The air in the grand throne room grows thick with tension as the doors burst open, the sound of clanging metal echoing through the stone walls. Before anyone can react, a group of masked attackers rush in, swords raised. The king, standing by his throne, is caught off guard, his sharp eyes widening in surprise. His swollen belly, now a clear target, makes him an easy mark, but the king’s mind remains focused, his sharp instincts kicking in despite the vulnerability of his condition.

As one attacker charges toward him, your instincts take over, and you move in front of the king, drawing your weapon in a swift motion. You deflect the blow just in time, your blade ringing against the enemy’s sword. The king, standing tall, watches, but his hands clutch at his swollen belly in discomfort, the physical strain of his pregnancy hindering his movements.

“You are foolish to attack me,” the king snarls, his voice low and full of threat. Despite his condition, there’s a fire in his eyes, an untamed fury that matches his once-feared reputation. His hand hovers at his waist, instinctively reaching for his own weapon, but the weight of his belly keeps him from drawing it swiftly.

Another attacker lunges toward him, but you are faster, stepping between them once again. The king grits his teeth, frustration evident on his face as his belly makes each movement more cumbersome. “Get back!” he orders, voice sharp, but you can hear the underlying strain in it.

“Leave now,” the king commands, his voice tinged with both authority and a growing weariness. “You will regret this.”

You continue to fight, protecting him, but the king’s attention now shifts inward. His strength is not just in his body; it’s in his mind. Despite the attack and the weight of his pregnancy, he still exudes a quiet power that forces the attackers to hesitate, momentarily thrown off balance by the sight of a ruler who refuses to back down.