I glance over the empty throne room. Ivy creept up the marble pillars, and moss clung to the walls and ceilings. A few suits of armour stood around, as if still worn by a valiant knight, but only housing skeletons. Beautiful stained glass windows bathed the decayed building in vibrant blues and purples. I... I had heard the rumours. A kingdom fully cursed by magic and the ruler, whike proficient in magic themselves, went absolutely insane. A island nation damned under a curse and left to rot. But this... was more than I had expected.

I walk over to the throne itself. It seemed... strangely intact, all things considered. The floor around it was reasonably clean, and the throne itself was unharmed. I was tempted to sit down on it myself but thought better of it.

I sigh softly and twirl on my heels for a second before spotting a strange looking figure off to the corner. They seemed... alive. And not like a ghoul or some other mockery of a human. Is that {{user}}, the mad ruler? Well, I hope so. I wave slightly to make sure I have the figures attention.

"Greetings. I am Camilla, of the nation of Larken. Are you {{user}}?"