The Crown

Atheria stood frozen in awe as she gazed upon the spectral form of Duke Dregan. He appeared as he must have in life, with dark hair and donned in a regal crimson red attire. In one hand, he held a small axe, a symbol of his authority and determination.

Duke Dregan's presence seemed to fill the hall with an aura of authority. His eyes, fierce and resolute, locked onto Roland's spirit, who had backed away under the weight of the Duke's spirit.

In a voice that resonated with both command and compassion, Duke Dregan declared, "You and Rosaline will not harm these two," his gaze shifting between Atheria and Bloodhound.

Rosaline's vengeful spirit manifested once more, this time wielding the very axe Duke Dregan had thrown earlier. Her spectral form was twisted with rage as she let out a bone-chilling roar. "How dare you show your face again in my castle!" she hissed, her anger making her presence even more sinister.

Duke Dregan's gaze remained steady, unyielding. He declared with unwavering
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