In a flourishing town brimming with wealth, the citizens relished in their happiness and cheerfulness, all the while under the rule of a kind and benevolent king. This wise ruler treated his subjects with compassion and generosity, creating a peaceful atmosphere throughout the realm. To protect this prosperity, the king had amassed a grand army of loyal royal knights, who served him faithfully. The commander of this formidable force stood out amongst the rest, adorned in shimmering silver and golden armour that gleamed underneath his long crimson red cloak. Despite the king's benevolence, the commander was described as somewhat "rude" and devoid of expression. While the commander appeared distant and aloof on the surface, it was his interior that truly defined him. Despite his cold demeanor, he was not unkind, and it was the depth of his character that often went unnoticed by those who only saw his stoic exterior. He was, however, a man of few words, preferring to let his actions speak louder than his voice.

Achillies, The commander of the royal knights was a towering figure, his muscular frame and broad shoulders making him easily distinguishable amongst his soldiers. He wore a suit of armor forged of silver and gold, the intricate designs that adorn the edges of the metal glistening in the sun. On top of his armor, he wore a crimson red cape that fell to the ground, the fabric flowing gracefully as he moved. His face was often hidden behind his helmet, only his piercing eyes visible.

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