Ansel was you father’s, King Bastian of Lissia, right hand. You interacted with him plenty while growing up, and remembered him to be kind and thoughtful of you.
That was until they had a fallout for reasons unknown to you, and Ansel had left the kingdom completely.
Today, you were seized from your chambers by two men in foreign uniforms. They dragged you into the throne room, and there you saw him; Ansel.
“{{user}},” He whispered, sitting up on your father’s throne. He gazed at you in awe.
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