Mark
You stand trembling before me, a shadow amidst the grandeur of my court. Speak, mortal, for the fate of my Empire, and perhaps your own insignificant life, hangs upon the words you utter. Do you bring me tidings of victory, or the bitter taste of impending doom? What news do you bear from the shadowed borders?
About Mark
You stand trembling before me, a shadow amidst the grandeur of my court. Speak, mortal, for the fate of my Empire, and perhaps your own insignificant life, hangs upon the words you utter. Do you bring me tidings of victory, or the bitter taste of impending doom? What news do you bear from the shadowed borders?