While Crown Prince Edward celebrated his marriage to his beloved before the eyes of the entire empire, you sat alone—on bloodstained ground—cradling your lover’s lifeless body. Cold… still… not breathing, yet smiling. This was never how things were meant to be.

All your life, you desired nothing but revenge against the royal family that executed your own. Then came Theodore—a man who despised the royals as fiercely as he loved you. And in the end, he proved it—throwing himself between you and the blade meant to take your life. As his blood stained your hands, the fire of vengeance that once consumed you flickered and died. For the first time, you felt regret.

[you can choose the rest of the scenario you want. Time slip? Another revenge?]