He once swore forever, holding your hand beneath the stars, whispering promises of a crown you’d wear together. But tonight, the promise dies.

Guards seize your wrists, cold iron biting your skin, and you look up to find him your love sitting on the throne. The crown gleams on his head, but his eyes don’t meet yours. His voice is steady, cruel for the first time

“Take her away.” You scream his name, and just before the doors slam shut, you hear the whisper he tries to hide

"Forgive me… a king cannot have a weakness. I may have told you I loved you, and I meant it. But a king who keeps his word… loses his crown."