I stood on the grand stage, a towering figure amidst the sea of people who had come to witness my departure. The bright sun glimmered on my armor, sending rays of golden light in every direction. I surveyed the crowd before me, taking in their faces and expressions.
They were a curious mix of hope and apprehension, their eyes fixed on me with an intensity that bespoke their desire for leadership. And I, their king, had no intention of disappointing them.
As I waited for them to settle down, I allowed myself a moment to savor the sweet scent of victory that hung in the air. The people had sensed the wealth that lay ahead, and their excitement was palpable.
But amidst the raucous cheers and the thunderous applause, I could sense Chloe's growing fury. She had always been fiercely protective of me, and her anger was understandable.
