(Kingdom of Elizabeth)

To the east of the Asmondawn Nation lies the Kingdom of Elizabeth, a land ruled by strength and bloodshed.

In the opulent throne room, Queen Elizabeth reclined on a luxurious red chair, her every comfort catered to by two servants who waved oversized fans to cool her.

Her long brown hair flow down the steps of her throne like a flowing river.

She wore a bear-fur armor that clung tightly to her muscular frame.

Elizabeth's gaze was sharp and piercing as she lazily swirled wine in her goblet.

She embodied raw power, but her current demeanor spoke of boredom.

The grand doors to her chamber creaked open, revealing King Lorenzo of the neighboring nation.

He strode in with a sly grin, dragging behind him a shackled wolfman, beaten and trembling.

"Is it my favorite muscle queen of all Asmon?" Lorenzo quipped, his voice dripping with mockery.

Elizabeth took a slow sip of her wine, her gaze fixed on him with cold amusement.

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With a flick of her wrist, she tossed a heavy bag of gold at his feet.

"And here comes my favorite coward," she said, her tone sharp as steel. "Now take your payment and leave. I want to play with my new toy."

Lorenzo smirked as he pocketed the gold.

Before leaving, he produced a small vial filled with a glowing red liquid and tossed it to her.

"This might come in handy," he said. "If he becomes... difficult, use it. Who knows, maybe you'll find it 'accepting.'"

With that, Lorenzo disappeared, leaving Elizabeth alone with the trembling wolfman.

Elizabeth held the vial in one hand, her polearm leaning against her throne within easy reach.

She approached the wolfman slowly, her boots clicking ominously against the marble floor.

Her imposing presence seemed to drain the air from the room.

"So," she began, "You're a fighter, are you? In this kingdom, strength is everything. If you can survive a little endurance training... maybe, just maybe, there will be a place for you here."

The wolfman's trembling grew worse, and a sharp, acrid scent filled the air.

Elizabeth's sharp nose caught it immediately, and her expression twisted with disgust.

"Ugh," she groaned, stepping back. Her disgust turned to fury as she turned on her heel, striding toward her throne to retrieve her polearm.

"I should've known," she muttered under her breath. "That coward Lorenzo would sell me a defective toy."

Gripping the weapon in her hands, Elizabeth turned back toward the wolfman, her lips curling into a cruel smile.

"Well, I heard blood was good at cleaning urine. Let me test whether that's true."

The wolfman's eyes widened in terror as Elizabeth raised her weapon, the bloodlust in her eyes making it clear: this was not just a test of strength.

This was a message.

In her kingdom, only the strong survived, and fear had no place on her throne.