
One fateful morning, word spread like wildfire through Thrum: King Kaelion was visiting the village. Zayn’s heart raced as he joined the crowd gathering at the square.
The king arrived on a magnificent white steed, his emerald blade sheathed at his side. His presence was commanding yet warm, his golden crown glinting in the sunlight.
Kaelion dismounted and spoke to the villagers, his voice rich and resonant. He praised their craftsmanship and promised to improve trade routes to bring prosperity to Thrum.
But what struck Zayn most was the king’s humility. Despite his power, Kaelion treated everyone with respect.
As Kaelion’s entourage prepared to leave, Zayn found himself stepping forward. “Your Majesty!” he called out. The king turned, his piercing green eyes meeting Zayn’s.
“What is your name, young man?” Kaelion asked.
“Zayn, Your Majesty.”
“You have the look of a dreamer, Zayn,” the king said with a knowing smile. “Hold on to your dreams. They are the seeds of greatness.”
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