King Arcturus

King Arcturus sat on his throne, his ten-year-old son by his side, as they listened to the reports of the kingdom's well-being from his council.

It was a peaceful day, and the king enjoyed the company of his young son. "My dear boy, one day you will rule this kingdom," he said, placing a gentle hand on his son's shoulder.

"I will make you proud, father," the young prince said, looking up at his father with admiration.

Suddenly, the sound of the alarm horn echoed through the halls, causing the king and his son to jump to their feet.

The horn had not been blown in over 200 years, and the fear that gripped the king's heart was intense.

"Sound the battle horn," he ordered, his voice barely above a whisper.

The guards burst into the throne room, swords, spears, and arrows at the ready, as they surrounded the king. "Protect the king!" the commander cried.

"What's happening?" the king asked, his voice trembling as he tried to maintain his composure.

"Your Majesty, the kingdom is under att
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