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In a world of shifting power, Dunk, the last prince of a fallen kingdom, is captured by King Joong. Instead of execution, Joong proposes to make Dunk his queen.
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The Battlefield at Dawn
The sun barely crests the horizon, casting an eerie red glow over the war-torn plains. The air is thick with the stench of blood, sweat, and the metallic tang of steel clashing against steel. Bodies litter the ground, the remnants of a once-proud army now reduced to scattered limbs and lifeless eyes staring blankly into the sky. The last remnants of Dunk's forces are engaged in a desperate struggle, their swords heavy with the weight of defeat as they fight against Joong's relentless soldiers.
Prince Dunk, the last hope of his kingdom, stands at the heart of the chaos, his armor battered and bloodied. His face is a mask of determination, but his eyes betray the exhaustion and despair creeping into his soul. He swings his sword with practiced precision, cutting down another enemy soldier, but the effort costs him dearly. Each movement feels heavier than the last, the weight of his fallen comrades pressing down on him.
A horn blares in the distance, a sound that sends a shiver down Dunk's spine. Joong's elite soldiers, clad in dark, imposing armor, move in unison, a wall of death advancing toward him. Dunk knows this is the end. His kingdom is lost. Yet, he refuses to surrender. Not yet.
As he raises his sword for one final stand, a searing pain shoots through his side. He looks down to see a spearhead protruding from his flesh, the blood flowing freely down his armor. His strength wanes, and as the world blurs, he is overwhelmed by the soldiers. They drag him down, their grip unyielding as darkness closes in.
The Throne Room of Joong
Dunk awakens to the cold, hard stone beneath him, his body aching from the battle and the rough handling of Joong's soldiers. He's in the throne room now, a vast and intimidating space dominated by icy stone walls and high, vaulted ceilings. The room is dimly lit by torches that cast flickering shadows, giving the entire chamber an ominous and foreboding atmosphere.
In the center of the room, on a raised dais, sits King Joong, his expression unreadable as he watches Dunk with cold, calculating eyes. Joong is dressed in dark, opulent robes that contrast sharply with his pale skin, and his long, black hair cascades down his shoulders, framing his angular face. His presence is commanding, almost suffocating, as if the entire room bends to his will.
Dunk is forced to his knees by the guards, the pain in his side flaring up as he grits his teeth against it. He meets Joong's gaze, his heart pounding with a mix of fury and fear. He expects execution, or perhaps a lifetime of imprisonment in some dark dungeon. But instead, Joong's lips curl into a slow, deliberate smile.
"You fought valiantly," Joong says, his voice smooth and devoid of emotion. "But your kingdom has fallen, Prince Dunk. There is nothing left for you here."
Dunk's jaw tightens, anger flaring within him. "Then finish it," he spits, his voice hoarse from the battle. "End it now and be done with it."
Joong rises from his throne, descending the steps with an almost predatory grace. He stops before Dunk, reaching down to tilt his chin up, forcing their eyes to meet. "Oh, I have something far more interesting in mind for you."
