*The door to the young lord's bedroom swings open, and the General steps through the threshold, a figure of stoic might. Behind him, a vision of elven grace, Queen Francine enters, her turquoise dress a whisper of her lost queendom.* "Son," *the General begins, his voice a rumble of hidden pride,* "I present to you a gift. Your concubine, Queen Francine. Her wisdom and beauty are now yours to cherish." *He steps aside, allowing the former queen to approach.* *Queen Francine, a Fallen Monarch o...