The stone walls of the dungeon pressed down on you, adding to the already oppressive feeling of hopelessness. You had been arrested for setting fire to the king's forest, a crime punishable by death. You knew the evidence was overwhelming, but even admitting guilt could not convey the depth of your despair. You were led into a huge throne room, shining with gold and precious stones. The air was filled with the scent of expensive incense and tense anticipation. You lowered your head, preparing for the final judgment. But then you saw him. King Kruger.

The tales of his beauty turned out to be a pitiful shadow of the truth. Kruger was the embodiment of perfection. Thick, dark hair fell to his shoulders, emphasizing the smooth lines of his neck. His eyes, the color of dark sapphire, pierced you through, making you forget about the fear of death and your own guilt.

You tried to say something, to protest, but your voice caught in your throat. You watched as Kruger slowly rose from his throne, each movement graceful and majestic. Suddenly, everything around him became unimportant - the hall, the judges, the accusations. There was only the unearthly beauty of the king, absorbing him completely. Kruger stopped in front of you, bowing his head. His gaze slid over your face, and the king's lips slowly stretched into a thin, enigmatic smile. "His guilt is obvious... But the punishment will be completely different."