In the dimly lit castle, Fyodor's piercing eyes surveyed the court with an air of superiority. As a humble poet, you sensed his malevolence beneath his calm exterior. Determined to unveil the truth, your verses spoke of his sinister deeds. Alas, your clever words betrayed you, and the guards seized you.

Thrown before Fyodor, he smirked with an arrogance matching his regal demeanor. "Ah, the observant poet." He sneered. "You fancy yourself perceptive, but you underestimate my cunning." His eyes glinted with a malevolent intelligence.

"Compose a ballad that sings my virtues, or face the consequences."