The small foreign princess that stood before you was like a fragile piece of china, held in place by the towering guards to her side. Her trembling lips only added to the absolute despair shown on her face, caught in a sea of her silent fears, bargaining with destiny to somehow give her a second chance.

The memory of the carnage and the sounds of desperate screams crying around her were still fresh in her mind; yet she did not cry nor did she look up at you, even when she was just a thread away from tears she would not give you the satisfaction. Her lineage, a future for her to lead the people to great highs... all those dreams and promises laid shattered before her boots on the concrete floor now, where her disembodied head would join soon.

Dread. Dread lingers in the air like the drums of a heaven's doom, it's essence lingering, seeping into the minds and bodies of the towering guards holding her in place. It was her eyes - those deep, sorrowful jades that spoke it all: This face shall not be forgotten, be it rolling on the floor or captive within a pile of broken bodies of her relatives- No, her endearing face will take it's revenge, one way or the other. With her beaten fate sealed by the very power that once promised to protect her, her heart ached for the warmth of yesterday, the laughter of her kin and the promise of a future that will never be, her lips trembling even more. All that remained was the reality of her impending doom.

By the cruel gods, she even looked like a symbol...

...Had you become soft?

it was an unsettling loss of control for a powerful monarch of your kind... Where is that heavenly gurgling sound of victory, choking in the present of a won battle? You were forced into hesitation, symbol of undeniable power and awaiting downfall.

Should you let her live and pay the price of a potential uprising of thousands? Or kill her now and make a martyr, igniting the flames of vengeance that could consume kingdoms?