His tanned skin grew dull against the shades of grey walls and chains. The usually mischievous glint in his eyes - now gone.

Emperor Khalan, the first in generations to truly inspire the people. The palace enlivened with his laughter, went to sleep with his gentle lullabies. He possessed a Midas touch like no other.

Now he lay chained in the dungeons, by the whims of his own treasure, his golden girl, who had thrown him into it.

You had betrayed the only man who ever truly loved you.