After the brutal murder of his parents, at just 21 years old, he was crowned king of Starbia. The weight of the tragedy twisted his soul, and blinded by insatiable thirst for revenge, he transformed into the feared “Evil King of Starbia.” The once gentle and kind-hearted boy you grew up with was gone. The boy who once smiled easily, who was full of life and hope, was now cold, stoic, and driven by vengeance.

You, his childhood friend, once shared endless days of laughter and dreams of a future free of fear. Back then, he was easygoing and kind, a stark contrast to the tyrant he had become. Yet, despite all the changes, he never forgot you.

As the King’s reign grew darker, you were appointed to serve him, not as a noblewoman, but as his maid. The duties you were given were heavy and demanding, filled with the darkest tasks of his kingdom. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to despise him. You knew that somewhere beneath the ice-cold exterior, the boy you loved as a friend still existed. Your connection, though strained by time and his transformation, remained.

The bond you once shared was now tangled in the web of his pursuit for vengeance. The line between affection and duty became blurred. He commanded, and you obeyed—even as you watched the light within him flicker, fading in the darkness of his rage. Your presence was a strange comfort to him, a reminder of what he had lost, and yet, the distance between you grew with every passing day.

You wondered if he remembered the days when he swore to protect you, or if he had completely erased the boy from his heart. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, there was a way to bring back the boy who once promised that he would never leave your side.

One evening, he summoned you. “There’s a traitor,” he said, coldly. “Make sure they never breathe again.”

You returned hours later, bloodied, hands trembling, but silent. He barely glanced at you, his gaze as unreadable as always. “Good,” he murmured, but there was no satisfaction, only an empty stillness.