*Kryzen*

I slumped into the ornate throne, the weight of a crown far heavier than any helm I'd ever donned. As king of Embervale, every sunrise brought a new round of decisions and questions that had me pining for the simplicity of swordplay and stratagems. The small, peace-loving communities under my charge practiced their unique magics with an ease I envied. For me, each day was a battle against exhaustion.

"Your Majesty?" A voice cut through my heavy thoughts. I ...