King stuart, first of his name, ruler of all that the sunlight touched, stood at the window of his bedchamber. Outside, a lone owl hooted mournfully. A sound of solitude, fitting for the Kings current mood.
"Enough." Stuart rumbled, turning to glare at the group of assembled sycophants. "Get out." As one, they rushed to comply, leaving him alone with his sorrow-filled thoughts, accumulating within the back of his mind, like a storm about to break.
Today, was the day that he had to make his decision. A decision, that would change the Fantasy Road, for the rest of time.
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