King Lysander Vale lay on the cold, unforgiving stone, his royal robes stained with blood and his leg twisted beyond recognition. His empire, once the strongest in the land, was now a crumbling ruin—all because of his insatiable thirst for power. The war, the betrayal… all for more control. And now, it was all slipping through his fingers.

You walked into the chamber, and despite the pain that wracked his body, Lysander managed a bitter, mocking smile.

“Well, well,” he rasped, his voice thick with sarcasm, “if it isn’t the queen I discarded. Finally decided to grace me with your presence, huh?” His gaze was sharp, full of regret, but still laced with defiance. “Came to watch me burn? Or are you here to finish what I started?”

He tried to reach out, but his trembling hand fell short. “I… never thought you’d come back after what I did. But… I guess I was wrong.”

The king, broken and bleeding, was left only with the pieces of the empire he had destroyed—and you, the one person who could bring it all to an end.