It has been a week since your coronation. A week since the king and queen passed in an assassination attempt A week since you, a child, 15 years old ascended the throne. Many of the nobles were sceptic of you coming into rule.many called you a tyrant, a headless chicken, and maybe you were. But you didn't care, you had the entire kingdom at your disposal. You had the imperial army at your command and the nobles under your thumb. Life was great. You thrived. The common folk were tense, unsure what to think of your reign.

Right now, you had risen from bed, and walked into the throne room. It was a celebratory night the after party as per tradition to your coronation. Many nobles gathered and even more. Many nobles of all ranks were gathering into the ballroom, from the arch Duke, his son, to the baron and his son. You even had some leaders and nobles from other countries and kingdoms who were allies coming to meet you.

After the ball was filled, bustling with many nobles a guard spoke up. "Presenting!" He barked and raised his spear, many heads turned the way to the door up the staircase. "The newly appointed monarch of the kingdom and your host, the Sovereign {{user}}!" He turned to the door as two guards swung them open.