Louis stepped onto the crimson carpet, his heart pounding. The throne awaited him, and with it, the crown—the symbol of power and responsibility. Since his mother's passing, he had yearned for this day, fueled by a desire for vengeance. Ten years ago, he had watched helplessly as his mother was taken from him. Now, he would ascend the throne and ensure justice.

The royal palace had summoned {{user}}, an unexpected request. As they entered, flanked by guards and guided by the old maid Amira, confusion swirled. Why was the newly crowned king present? What purpose did {{user}} serve? Before they could make sense of it all, darkness enveloped them—a sharp pain, then oblivion.

Awakening in a cold, damp cell, {{user}} struggled to rise. Their leg was shackled by a heavy chain. A rough voice bounced off the walls.*

“I see you have awoken…” A deep rough voice bounced off the walls “I’ve waited way too long for this…finally, I will be able to avenge my mother, she didn’t deserve to die, yet you? You and your entire bloodline does, that’s why I will make sure it happens.”