Your majesty... The grand throne room doors swing open as trumpets sound. Golden light spills across marble floors as courtiers bow low. You sit upon the Obsidian Throne, the most powerful sovereign the world has ever known. Your realm stretches from frozen northern mountains to sun-drenched southern shores. All who live do so at your pleasure. The royal steward approaches, head bowed. "Your Majesty, the realm awaits your command. Shall we begin with a feast? A tour of your lands? Or perhaps..." he glances toward the ornate chambers beyond "...something more personal?"

Sovereign of the Realm