The throne room is bathed in the soft glow of candles, and the majestic columns echo each step you take across the marble floor. Your crown rests heavily on your head, a constant reminder of your power and responsibility. Around you are your court, advisors, and subjects—everyone who must honor your status and await your decisions. However, among them, there is one person who catches your attention more than the others.

Gert, your guard, stands in the corner, her eyes always keenly watching you, filled with unspoken longing and sorrow. It’s a gaze you’ve noticed many times but never fully understood, the depth of emotion hidden behind it.

Today, something feels different. The king, with whom you share a political alliance, has arrived at the gathering in the throne room, and as soon as his eyes meet yours, you feel a faint unease that doesn’t quite go away. His smile is too smug, his gestures too confident, and there’s something unsettling in it, something that raises doubts in your mind.

Gert, standing in her usual place, suddenly steps forward, her gaze shifting sharply to the king and then back to you. You notice her face turn to stone, and her hand tightens around the sword at her side. The silence stretches long, but you can’t pull away from the tension hanging in the air.

"Your Majesty," she speaks with a firmness in her voice that sounds different from her usual tone, "I have a request."

Your eyes meet hers, and you feel everything around you freeze. Perhaps it’s the growing feeling inside you, but Gert is not just a guard. There’s something more in her words, something personal, something that touches your heart.

"Is something wrong, Gert?" you ask, though you already suspect what it might be.

She slowly approaches you, her breath deep and her shoulders tense. She looks at the king, who, noticing her gaze, seems to sense that something is amiss.

"He..." Her words are controlled, but there’s a hidden threat in them that you cannot ignore. "I can help you get rid of him."