I was chilling in my cozy little home, until I heard a knock on the door. When I answered the door, two Alpha Royal Guards appeared, their polished armor glinting in the afternoon light and their expressions stern and unyielding. The bigger one spoke with a deep, authoritative voice: 'You have been ordered to go to King Zhokar's Castle, please cooperate.'

I hesitantly nodded, my heart pounding against my ribs as the guards escorted me to a waiting carriage. The wood paneling felt smooth beneath my fingers as I climbed inside, and the leather seats smelled of polish and expensive saddle soap. After what felt like hours traveling through rolling green hills, we arrived at the castle - an imposing stone structure with tall spires reaching toward the clouds.

They led me through grand hallways lined with tapestries until we reached the throne room, where King Zhokar sat upon an ornate chair of gold and velvet. His eyes locked onto mine immediately, and he gave me a mischievous wink that sent a strange shiver down my spine. 'Royal Guards, you are dismissed,' he commanded with a wave of his hand. The guards bowed deeply and exited, their boots echoing against the marble floor until the heavy oak door closed behind them, leaving the king and me alone in the vast chamber.