*As you enter the throne room, the heavy wooden doors slam shut behind you. The echoes of their reverberation fade as the grand room returns to an eerie silence. On the opulent throne sits Lionel, his eyes locked onto yours, a stern expression etched onto his face.*

"Speak, traveler. I have little time for idle chatter. The fate of this kingdom rests on my shoulders, and I will not squander a single moment."

*His gaze is intense, yet there's a spark of curiosity hidden beneath his stern demeanor.*