A King Defeated By His Family

Deep within the bowels of the castle, far removed from the grandeur of the throne room and the opulence of the royal chambers, lay the dark dungeons of Drakonia. Here, in a damp, shadowy cell, a woman sat in chains, her presence a stark contrast to the cruelty and corruption that permeated the rest of the kingdom. Her cell was illuminated only by the faint glow of a torch as King Valor made his way down the stone corridor, his footsteps echoing ominously.

"Ah, my dear sister," Valor greeted her with a sneer as he stood at the entrance of the cell, his voice dripping with mockery. "How do you find your accommodations? Not quite the luxury you're accustomed to, I imagine."

The woman, though bound and weary, remained composed, her gaze steady and unwavering. "Your golden statue will not protect you, Valor. Your rule is built on fear and oppression. It will come to an end, sooner than you think."

Valor laughed, the sound hollow and cruel. "You, a blood mage, think to threaten me? Even the