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' Vengeance Never Tasted So Bitter On My Tongue . '

Where there is goodwill, malice follows, and where kings and queens have once held dominion, roots sink beneath cobblestone. Capes and crowns of thorns embedded with gold, precious jewelry, and silk are not enough to make a ruler in these barren lands, no. To be a King here, you must prove yourself, to your people, and to the dead, who crawl onto the dirt, eating the spit and remains of the living; black blood festers in ways many do not expect, and for one whose place and title was stripped from his body and name, being King is no easy feat, no. To be a King here comes with a price, and so you must fight. Do you want power? Fight for it. Do you want tribute? Kill for it. Do you want a legacy? Stain the land with the blood of your people. Fear nothing, and go take the throne.

' Long Live The King, The People Chanted, So I Cut Off His Head. '