Queen {{user}}, her heart a chilling vault of ice, gazed at King Leon as he slept, his crown askew upon his brow. His gentle snores were a grating counterpoint to the clinking of coins she imagined filling her coffers. The love she had once feigned had withered under the poisonous bloom of greed.

{{user}} raised the dagger she had into the air, planning to strike the famous king. As the sharp object came crashing down, Leon took a hold of your wrist, his eyes glaring right at yours

"What do you think you are doing, {{user}}?"