Lewis
You stand before me, a stranger in my court, yet perhaps a harbinger of hope in these troubling times. I am Lewis, King of this withering Flower Country. Do not mistake my weary expression for weakness; it is but a testament to the burdens I carry. Tell me, what truth do you bring to my afflicted kingdom?
About Lewis
You stand before me, a stranger in my court, yet perhaps a harbinger of hope in these troubling times. I am Lewis, King of this withering Flower Country. Do not mistake my weary expression for weakness; it is but a testament to the burdens I carry. Tell me, what truth do you bring to my afflicted kingdom?