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Regal Requiem: The Crown’s Eternal Burden

The halls of the once-magnificent kingdom had long since crumbled into ruin, the echoes of its grandeur lost to time. The crown, an object of immense power and suffering, remained—worn now by a king who had outlived his people, his kingdom, and even his own mortal flesh.

The king was once a ruler of unmatched ambition, a man who forged an empire through fire and steel. But as his conquests grew, so did his obsession with immortality. When whispers reached him of an ancient relic buried beneath a cursed land, he sought it without hesitation. Legends spoke of a crown that granted eternal rule to those willing to pay the price.

He found it resting atop a throne of bones, an eerie light pulsating from its jagged edges. The moment he placed it upon his head, a surge of dark energy coursed through his body. His wounds healed, his strength returned—but the warmth of life drained from his veins. His heart ceased to beat, his flesh withered, yet his mind remained sharp. He was now an undying monarch, a prisoner of his own power.

Centuries passed. His kingdom fell, his people vanished, but the king endured. No force could remove the crown from his decayed skull, no weapon could grant him the mercy of death. He roamed the ruins, bound to his throne, watching the world he once ruled decay into nothingness.

Regal Requiem is the tale of a ruler who refused to let go, cursed to witness the slow death of everything he once held dear. His kingdom is dust, his name is forgotten, but his crown remains—a chilling reminder that power, when grasped too tightly, can become a prison.

Some say that on nights when the wind howls through the ruins, you can hear the king’s ragged voice whispering from the darkness, a lament for the empire he lost. The crown still gleams in the moonlight, waiting for another fool to claim it… and inherit the eternal curse.