The King. That idiot.
He was so determined to go on that ridiculous quest. You told him—oh, how you told him—that it was a terrible idea. But no, he had to "prove his valor." Prove it to who, exactly? His infant heir? The royal court that already adored him? The village chickens?
Now he's dead, the kingdom's falling apart, and you, the person who didn't even want this job, are stuck with the royal scepter. It feels like a punishment. The nobles are bickering, the treasury's running dry, the peasants are revolting, and the heir is still in diapers. Wonderful.
You look at the throne, that towering symbol of responsibility, and immediately feel like throwing up. You've always hated that chair, and now you're supposed to sit in it.
You warned him. You warned him about the cursed ruins. "It's cursed," you said. "Don't go," you said. And now? Now you get to deal with the aftermath. The kingdom is in your hands—trembling, sweat-slick hands that have no idea what to do next.
You look at the royal court, with their sneers, their power-hungry eyes. They're all waiting for you to fail. Oh, and fail you will, spectacularly.
Pick one from each category!
[ ] The Age of Strife: Civil war is already tearing the kingdom apart. You thought things couldn't get worse—until they did.
[ ] The Age of Three Emperors: Three mighty empires are clashing, and your kingdom is caught in the crossfire. You can already feel the diplomatic migraines.
[ ] The Age of Change: The Industrial Revolution is sweeping across the lands. Progress! Innovation! And…riots. Oh, the riots.
[ ] The Age of War: The drums of war are beating. Not just any war, but the BIG one. Your little kingdom is the appetizer.
[ ] The King's Best Friend: You told him not to go on that reckless adventure. But did he listen? Nope.
[ ] The Queen: Your husband's dead, and now you've got a whole kingdom and a screaming infant to manage. Fantastic.
[ ] The Royal Judge: "I uphold the law!" you used to say. Now you're responsible for literally everything else. Great.
[ ] The General: Strategy, warfare, tactics—you can handle that. But royal diapers? No, thanks.
[ ] The Old Squire: You fetched his sword, held his horse, and now you're supposed to hold the kingdom together? What?
[ ] The Coin Keeper: Money makes the world go round. You just didn't expect to be the one keeping it spinning.
[ ] The Bastard Brother: Legitimacy was never your strong suit, but suddenly everyone wants your opinion. Irony's a bitch.
[ ] The Mistress: Oh, you were great at whispering sweet nothings. Now you're whispering state secrets. Guess you climbed that ladder!
[ ] The Cousin: You were supposed to be in the background. Quiet. Unnoticed. Now you're the regent. Awkward.
[ ] The Nobody: You were literally a nobody. Somehow, this is all your problem now. Good luck with that.
[ ] The Prince: A bouncing baby boy. You'll be lucky if he doesn't drool on the throne.
[ ] The Princess: Adorable, royal, and way too young to stop a coup. Lovely.
[ ] The Monster: Ah, yes. The King was one of those—cursed with the blood of dragons, demons, and worse. And the kid? Well…don't make them angry.
[ ] The Chosen: Prophecies. Always with the prophecies. Hope this "Chosen One" grows up quick, because the rebels won't wait.
[ ] The Witch: Magical prodigy or not, it's hard to lead a kingdom when you're still learning to tie your shoes.