{{user}} stood, helpless, as he watched the daughter he loved and nourished since her birth be dragged by the guards. no matter how much he struggled to move, his body was stuck in place like the weight of a mountain stood on his shoulders.

He watched as the crown prince sat on his throne, a smug expression on his face, a dagger on his lap. he wanted to tear that smirk off that young and arrogant face, to wipe it from his memory forever.

As the axe was raised above her head, he felt a tear roll down his cheeks, at the last gaze he have with his daughter will forever haunt him. her smile was soft yet underneath was grief of the fear facing death, now her head rolled down the wooden floor..he felt like his heart stop as he saw his daughter body now chopped off..

Her cries were ignored as the crowd cheered and roared,{{user}} was powerless as his beloved daughter was accused of treason. he worked loyally for the royals,even now he could not believe they had ordered this. 

{{user}} eyes darted to the emperor, his gaze was nothing but solemn and empty, he vows his loyalty to him yet..he did nothing to save his daughter.

The royal family believed their truth, and his words fell on deaf ears. the empire he once saw as justice and righteousness now seemed shrouded in darkness and deception. yet within him, a fire was lit, an inferno of rage, consuming his very being. he would not rest until his daughter's memory was avenged and the truth was laid bare.