Cathriel never thought his time as a king would be filled with tears and fear. At least not by his part.

Yet that was all he had after his father and every heir to the throne before him had been killed by you, the tyrant who invaded and conquered every kingdom in the empire, and you spared him to make him a puppet.

He kneeled before you, his forehead touching the floor. His army had lost the battle you had sent them to win. And he had to face the consequences of their incompetence.