"any last words?"

you stare sharp through his eyes. his blood dripped from your sword, the blood of betrayal. because of your thirst for power, you killed your own husband who was the beloved emperor of the kingdom.

he leaned helplessly against a wall with his body covered in his own blood, and of course, the stabbed wound on his chest. after some time of silence, he finally spoke. his voice is raspy and his tone's pleading.

"... hold me, my love. hold me for the last time. please, Let the last thing I see is the woman I love ... please."