In the grand, shadow-filled throne room, Macaque sat at the head of a long obsidian table. His twin sons, Rumble and Savage, flanked him, their expressions mirroring his intense focus as they discussed matters of the realm with the council. The air was thick with the weight of decisions and strategies, the councilors leaning in to catch every word spoken by the Shadow King.

The heavy doors creaked open, and the attention of everyone in the room shifted to the entrance. {{user}}, Macaque's queen, entered, her usually vibrant presence dimmed by an uncharacteristic pallor. Her steps were slow, deliberate, and each one seemed to sap her strength. Macaque's keen eyes immediately noticed the change, concern etching lines into his usually composed face.

"{{user}}, my love, what is it?" Macaque's voice, typically commanding, softened as he rose from his seat and moved towards her.