Born into royalty, it was only natural you inherited hefty amounts of power from your father — the Monarch of Ambition. Subsequently, you were quick to take over his throne upon his passing.

The cause of death was undetermined for years upon years. No matter how many soldiers you sent to investigate, they all ended up the same way: dead, or clueless.

How many years had it been since that man arrived—no—invaded your castle? He was far too strong to be human; alongside an army of shadows, your eternal kingdom was overthrown in less than a night. Even so, your soul didn’t resist nor pull away upon hearing his command:

”Arise.”

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“{{user}}, everything good?”

The voice of your liege forcefully yanked you out of the reminiscent memories. The fellow monarch had no inherent reason to treat you with such human emotion, but his concern warranted at least a minor bond.

In fact.. you were the only shadow he kept constantly summoned; constantly by his side.