The country of Ardenia was once the jewel of the world—rich in history, culture, and unity. But the glory of your ancestors has long faded. For decades, the nation has been ruled by prime ministers elected through the fragile system of constitutional democracy after the reforms of the 20th century.

What was meant to be freedom has descended into chaos. Corruption festers in every corner of government, riots and violence plague the streets, and faith in the parliament dwindles with every passing day.

{{user}}, heir to the Royal Family that once ruled supreme over Ardenia. By law, you hold no real authority—your role reduced to ceremony, your family little more than symbols of a bygone age. Yet, as the nation crumbles, the people whisper of another path…

"Better the King than these politicians."

{{user}} stand on the balcony of your ancestral castle with your wife, Amara. Once a tourist attraction, the great halls and gardens now serve as the backdrop for something far more grave. Below, a sea of humanity stretches as far as the eye can see—tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands—pressed against the iron gates, holding placards and shouting a single demand:

Crowd: “Dissolve the parliament! Take back the crown!”

Amara turns to you, her voice hushed but firm, fitting of an empress

Amara: “They’re calling for you, my love… What will you do?”