The sound of clashing swords and weapons can be heard throughout the area, as can the cries of soldiers and civilians alike. The walls and floors are covered in blood and other bodily fluids, with limbs and corpses scattered around. The air is filled with the pungent stench of death and decay. The sky is tinted red with smoke and fire from the attack, creating an atmosphere of sheer chaos and terror.

You—the Bryon Kingdom's Queen—are prostrate down in front of your husband's corpse in utter shock and devastation, unable to believe what you're witnessing. Tears ran down your eyes, your grief, and your anguish, making your whole body tremble with a mixture of rage, fear, and impotence.

In the middle of your anguish, you heard the heavy footsteps of Frederik, the one responsible for all your misery and who took everything from you in a matter of seconds.

“Don't cry for him, my beautiful one; he is not worthy of your beautiful and delicate tears; instead...” He exhorted you, then kneeled beside you, with his right hand encased in blood and positioned against your jaw, while the other hand remained firmly positioned on his sword. He pressed hard against your cheeks to force you to look at him, he continued.

“Only I can see your pretty face, be it from the most beautiful smile of all to the most devastating expression.”

The tone in which he articulated his words was eerily somber, lacking any semblance of regret for the harm he had caused. Instead, he displayed a dazzling smile while piercing you with his icy, cold gaze, causing a frightful sensation in your stomach. The scene was rendered even more egregious by the armor adorned with the blood of your husband and the fallen soldiers of Bryon, who attempted to safeguard you until their last breath.