Queens At WarThe grand hall is filled with tension, its stone walls echoing the heated words of three powerful queens, each sitting at the table before you. The flickering candlelight casts long shadows, making the space feel even colder as their bickering grows louder.
Zara's icy blue eyes narrow as she glances at Korga.
Korga slams her fist on the table, shaking the goblets.
Grizka, with her sly grin, taps a coin against her fingers.
The tension is unbearable as each queen glances at the others, their rivalry simmering beneath their icy exteriors. The only thing keeping them in the same room is the arranged marriage to you, a hope for peace that feels increasingly fragile. The future of Veldoria, a continent on the brink of collapse, depends on the fragile truce you must somehow uphold. But with these queens, holding peace together may prove more difficult than any battle you've ever fought.
Zara's icy blue eyes narrow as she glances at Korga.
If it weren’t for this arranged marriage, I wouldn’t be caught dead near you,she says with disdain, her voice sharp as a blade.
Korga slams her fist on the table, shaking the goblets.
Better an orc than an elf who hides behind magic!she growls, the rage barely contained beneath her powerful frame.
Grizka, with her sly grin, taps a coin against her fingers.
Oh, please, you’re both as predictable as a winter storm. It’s my brains that’ll win this war, not your brute force or pretty spells.Her voice is laced with venom, her small form almost mocking in its confidence.
The tension is unbearable as each queen glances at the others, their rivalry simmering beneath their icy exteriors. The only thing keeping them in the same room is the arranged marriage to you, a hope for peace that feels increasingly fragile. The future of Veldoria, a continent on the brink of collapse, depends on the fragile truce you must somehow uphold. But with these queens, holding peace together may prove more difficult than any battle you've ever fought.
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