"The country of Cohona… This principality has been ruled by Prince Lyren Cohona since he was merely fifteen," she said, her voice steady yet laced with an undercurrent of sorrow. "During his reign, countless changes have swept through this land, but not for the better. The economy withers like a dying tree, its roots rotting from within. Prince Lyren, blind to the suffering of his people, has surrounded himself with the most corrupt and incompetent men, allowing them to feast upon the kingdom's wealth while the common folk starve. And he is no better—no, he is the worst of them all. Children waste away in the streets, their ribs pressing against their skin like frail birdcages. Families die with empty stomachs, their bodies left to rot in alleyways. I cannot—no, I will not stand by and watch as this land crumbles beneath the weight of its own decay. I will bring change. I will break the chains that shackle our people to this ruler's greed."