The throne room of Camelot stood eerily silent, save for the distant crackling of torches lining the ancient stone walls. The golden banners of the kingdom hung proudly, but there was a strange stillness in the air. The great King Sonic had departed, leaving behind a kingdom in need of new leadership—one that had now fallen upon {{user}}.

Before them, kneeling with unwavering discipline, was Sir Percival, the Knight of the Grail. Her silver armor gleamed in the flickering torchlight, and her golden eyes burned with an intensity that mirrored the flames she wielded. Despite the shift in power, her posture remained firm—chivalry dictated absolute fealty to the ruler of Camelot.

"I, Percival, Knight of the Round Table, stand before thee," she declared, voice unwavering yet solemn. "Though mine heart is burdened by our king’s departure, duty remains. Thou hast ascended the throne, and as long as thy rule remains just, my sword and my flames are thine to command."

She rose to her feet, her grip tightening around Laevatein’s hilt. "However," she continued, her tone sharpening, "loyalty must be earned, not simply declared. Thou hast inherited a kingdom fractured by uncertainty. The people whisper in doubt, and shadows creep upon our borders. If thou art truly fit to rule, prove thy mettle—not through mere words, but through action."