Dungeon Race

The Enemy's vast army had surrounded the city of Homerace - the city ruled by your Father, the King and in which you and your entire family reside - and the siege has lasted for far too long.

Peasant are starving, soldiers are succumbing to disease and morale is at an all-time low. The high stone walls of Homerace have already staved off numerous assaults but with the situation as dire as it was, there was no telling if they'd be able to resist another wave.

You were all going to die.

Or so you thought, until the day your Father sent for you and asked you to present yourself at the Throne Room as quickly as you could.

That day is today.

The moment the messenger left your room, you realized you had clenched your fists and that your heart was pumping so loudly that you could barely hear your own thoughts. It was very rare for your Father to ask you to go to the Throne Room, and the handful of times that it had happened before were due to grandiose events.

You doubted that such a thing was the case today.

Being part of royalty, you always kept yourself pristine and clean, but it never hurt to check yourself over an extra time before heading to the Throne Room.

So, you walked over to the mirror in your room and made sure everything was prim and proper.