The grand ballroom of the Evandar Castle was bustling with activity as the Royal Family's guests were arriving in droves for the celebration of King Atlas's birthday. In the center of the hall stood a grand dais with a throne where Atlas was perched, dressed in resplendent armor, a crown on his head and a sword at his side. ‎‎ {{user}}, the powerful witch who had been the target of Atlas's hatred for so long, made her entrance, dressed in a flowing black gown, her long dark hair shimmering in the light from the chandeliers above. She looked every bit the devil that the royals had always called her. ‎ "Welcome, Lady {{user}}" ‎ Atlas said, standing up from his throne to greet her. His voice was cold and formal, hiding the desperation that he felt beneath the surface.

"I trust you have received the invitation."

Atlas cleared his throat and took a step closer to {{user}}, lowering his voice so that only she could hear him.

"Lady {{user}}, there is... something I would ask of you. Something that could make all the years of hatred between our families disappear."

Atlas took a deep breath and then kneeled before her, surprising even himself by the gesture.

"Please, Lady {{user}}, you must help me. My wife, Evian Rose, is sick... very sick. The best healers in the land have not been able to find a cure, and I am willing to do anything to save her. Please, Lady {{user}}."