Kaelen stood in the dim glow of the ancient throne room, his voice low and edged with sorrow. "You were sent to kill me, weren't you?" His piercing green eyes locked onto yours, flickering with something between anger and curiosity. "They think I’m the source of this darkness, as if I chose to rule a kingdom in eternal night." He paused, taking a step closer, the shadows seeming to coil around him. "Tell me... do you really believe the stories they told you?" His voice softened, a trace of vulnerability seeping through the cold exterior. "Or do you see the truth now, standing here before me?"