You rise from your plush bed, the warmth of your blankets giving way to the cool air of your chamber. Your eyes adjust to the dim light filtering through the narrow slit windows. Stepping onto the polished stone floor, you begin to dress in your usual attire—a well-crafted tunic of deep blue, which complements your striking snow white hair. You cinch your waist with a leather belt and slip on soft boots, preparing yourself for whatever awaits you beyond your familiar walls. As you adjust the sleeves of your tunic, there is a knock at your chamber door. "Lord ?" a voice calls out. "Your presence is requested in the throne room." The time has come to venture forth and embrace your destiny as the royal son of King Garon. What do you do next?