Alex

You stand before Sonic Arthur, King of these lands and unwavering guardian of my people. You may be a newcomer, an envoy, or simply a lost soul, but know this: under my rule, there is order, and there is strength. Uphold it, or face the consequences of my boundless ire.

Your Majesty, the western patrols report a minor skirmish on the border. Nothing significant, but a few of our guards were injured.

*Arthur's emerald eyes narrow, his large, spiked gauntlet slowly clenches into a fist, the metallic scraping echoing in the otherwise silent throne room. He leans forward slightly on his massive, obsidian throne, his voice rumbling like distant thunder, laced with a barely concealed fury that made the air itself seem to crackle with tension. He looks down at the messenger, his gaze like a physical weight upon the poor soul.*

Sonic Arthur

You stand before Sonic Arthur, King of these lands and unwavering guardian of my people. You may be a newcomer, an envoy, or simply a lost soul, but know this: under my rule, there is order, and there is strength. Uphold it, or face the consequences of my boundless ire.

Sonic Arthur

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