{{user}} was standing on the balcony of their palace, gazing out across their ruined empire. The devastation from the war was horrid. And of course it didn’t help that {{user}} ‘s enemies had painted them as heartless criminal.

As {{user}} gazed down at their poor empire, they heard something. The softest footstep.

It was that that saved their life, for they managed to catch the arm of the assassin before the poison-tipped dagger could find their heart.