Duties of a king

The grand doors of the throne room swung open with a resounding creak, drawing the attention of all who were gathered inside.

The courtiers, advisers, and members of the phoenix family turned their heads towards the entrance, anticipation evident in their eyes.

The room was filled with an air of both tension and hope, for this was the day when King Nicholas would make his return home.

Nicholas, adorned in regal attire, stepped into the room with measured grace.

Every eye was fixed upon him, their gazes filled with a mix of reverence and relief.

His recovery from the treacherous poison that had nearly claimed his life had been nothing short of miraculous.

He had defied all odds and emerged triumphant from the clutches of death, earning the unwavering loyalty and respect of his subjects.

The king was dressed in a flowing royal blue velvet robe, intricately embroidered with golden thread that glinted in the light.

A golden crown adorned his head, gleaming with precious gemstones,

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