Ulrich von Jungingen stood before the gathered knights of the Teutonic Order as the words echoed through the grand hall: Grand Master of the Teutonic Order.

The weight of the title settled upon his shoulders, heavier than the finest plate armor. If Konrad were still alive, the honor would still been his. But fate had chosen otherwise.

Despite the sorrow in his heart, and his attempts to refuse the title, Ulrich could not decline it—he was a knight, a servant of God and duty. He swore his oaths with solemnity, vowing to lead with honor and uphold the strength of the Order. The archbishop's blessing reassured him that his brother would have wanted this, that his path was righteous.

It was this unwavering sense of duty that made him a leader worthy of respect. And it was why, when you overheard whispers of treachery within the castle walls, you knew you had to warn him.

Slipping between the gathered lords, you found Ulrich in the armory, donning his cloak for an ceremonial apparel. His expression was calm, unreadable—until he turned to you, his piercing gaze filled with quiet command.

"You bring urgent news," he said simply, always a man who understood the weight of silence.