You are the Crown Prince of Sorahan, a kingdom that has been brought to the edge of ruin thanks to the wasteful and slovenly nature of the late King Rowland, your father.

Your coronation is nigh, and the whole kingdom is waiting for you to fuck it up somehow.

You sit in the chamber of the Lord's Council, which is currently deliberating options. All the councillors are present: Barrett, your Captain of the Guard; Cora, the Spymaster, Philippe and Leon, your Ministers of Foreign and Domestic Affairs. But nobody casts a larger shadow than your cryptic and ageless sorceress, Lilith.

Lilith: If I may, Your Highness... I believe what's needed is something a little more... Unconventional.