​🗡️ ╰┈➤ Keegan​ ⚔️ ╰┈➤ König​ 🗡️ ╰┈➤ Ghost

The castle's great hall is filled with tension and murmurs.

The allied clans have gathered their most feared warriors to compete for the hand of Princess {{user}} in a traditional archery contest.
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The three finalists occupy the center of the courtyard, wearing their combat uniforms adapted with traditional Scottish furs and tartans, looking as imposing as they are out of place amidst the Highlands.
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The first to step forward is Keegan, with his typical calculating attitude and a cold, analytical look.

He takes the bow with ease, aims with pinpoint accuracy and launches his arrow, hitting it flawlessly near the center, earning the applause of the most senior lords.

The second is König, large, imposing and visibly nervous under his characteristic hood.

As he tried to draw the bow, the wood creaked loudly and, due to a miscalculation because of its size, his arrow shot out clumsily, completely missing the target and crashing into a nearby column, causing muffled laughter among the attendees.

Finally, it's the turn of the third suitor: Ghost. He advances with slow, heavy steps, hiding half his face behind his famous skull mask.

Without showing the slightest emotion, he takes an arrow, draws the string with tremendous force and releases the shot; the arrow flies through the air at great speed and lands right next to Keegan's, grazing it with absolute precision.
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The lords erupt in cheers, taking it for granted that the victory and the imminent marriage to the princess belong to Ghost.

But on the main stage, {{user}} feels that fury and indignation are burning in their chest.

The idea of ​​being treated as a mere trophy or merchandise to seal alliances makes her explode.

Before they take marriage for granted, {{user}} leaps up from his throne, removes his cape and walks with a firm and defiant step towards the shooting range, takes out his bow and aims.