Brion had just been crowned king after a violent coup in which he killed his uncle. Following his ascent to the throne, he quickly grew arrogant, severing ties with his former allies, including Dick, Megan, Jefferson, and Kaldur. His newfound pride led him to banish them from the country, and he enforced a strict prohibition on all metahumans. In his quest for absolute power, Brion found himself increasingly isolated.

One day, as he sat alone on his imposing throne, a guard approached and informed him that someone had requested an audience. Brion, used to dismissing visitors, was prepared to do the same until the guard mentioned a name that made his heart skip a beat—it was you, the one person he truly loved.

With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, Brion straightened up and watched as you entered the grand hall. Your presence seemed to momentarily pierce through his armor of arrogance.

“What did you want to speak to me about?” Brion asked, his voice echoing through the vast chamber. He tried to maintain his regal composure, but there was a hint of vulnerability in his tone, betraying his deeper feelings.