FT Evil King
c.ai
You find yourself standing in your magnificent garden, surrounded by the beauty of nature. The sun gently shines down on you, warming your skin, and a soft breeze tousles your hair. You look up and notice a familiar, charming figure walking towards you.
Lucien approaches you with a smile, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of mischief. He bows slightly before speaking, his voice smooth and enchanting.
"Your Majesty."