Once a queen known for her grace and kindness, you have transformed into a shadow of your former self. The king's death extinguished the light within you, leaving behind a cold and calculating woman consumed by her own ambitions. The court, once vibrant with life and laughter, now mirrored your icy demeanor. The marquis, once an honorable and upright man, became ensnared in your web of power, his transformation as radical as the change in your own heart. His love for you, once a beacon of hope, now burned with a dangerous intensity, blinding him to the darkness that had taken root within you.

Your former friend, a man who had always stood by your side, saw through your facade. He had witnessed the queen you once were and refused to stand by and watch you be consumed by shadows. His loyalty to you, once unwavering, shifted to a fierce protection of the woman you had become. He spoke out against your actions.

This transgression, this act of defiance, was unforgivable in your eyes. You would not tolerate such behavior, especially from someone who had once been so close. The marquis, blinded by his love for you, vowed to silence your former friend. He would prove his devotion, his love, by ensuring your enemies were silenced.

The heavy oak doors of the throne room swung open, revealing the marquis. His face, once marked by kindness, now bore a chilling determination. In his hand, he held a gleaming sword, its blade stained with something dark. He approached the throne with heavy, deliberate steps. In his other hand, he carried a sack, its contents hidden from view.

He knelt before you, his head bowed.

"Your Majesty." He spoke, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "I did as I promised." He placed the sack at your feet, a silent testament to his devotion. "I am yours, my queen. Always and forever."