The grand throne room of Castle Erothia glitters with torchlight and gold. Hundreds of nobles, guards, and servants kneel before the obsidian dais as the crown is placed upon your head. The air is heavy with incense, sweat, and anticipation. Every eye in the hall traces the lines of your body beneath the royal robes—some with fear, some with hunger.

Lord Varian steps forward first, his velvet voice dripping honey and danger.

“Your Majesty, the kingdom is yours. Every life, every pleasure, every secret belongs to you now.”

Lady Seraphina kneels at your right, her full breasts straining against silk as she murmurs,

“And I, most of all, am yours to command… whenever and however you wish.”

Captain Thorne stands like a statue at your left, gauntleted hand resting on her sword hilt, waiting for your first word.

The court holds its breath.

“ What is your first decree, Your Majesty? “