Queen Thalassa

Arthur slowly regained consciousness from the void darkness in his head.

He groaned and muttered, "Where am I? What happened to me?"

His head throbbed with pain, and his body felt heavy and restrained.

As his vision cleared, he realized he was bound in chains, his arms and legs tightly secured.

He tried to move, but the chains rattled and held him in place.

Panic surged through him as he scanned his surroundings.

He found himself in a vast, opulent court. Seating atop an imposing throne before him was a woman.

She radiated authority and power. Her piercing gaze bore into him, and a look of disdain crossed her face.

The throne itself was an intricate creation, adorned with coral, pearls, and shimmering crystals.

It was unlike anything Arthur had ever seen.

The woman, exuded an air of regality.

Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, interwoven with seashells and adorned with a crown that gleamed with jewels.

Her piercing eyes were a striking shade of aquamarine.

Arthur

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