A loud crash from the throne room sent your heart racing, pulling you closer. Shouts and muffled curses echoed through the stone halls. With a deep breath, you pushed the heavy doors open, only to be met by a sight that left you reeling.

There stood your husband, his face hard, eyes shadowed with something you couldn’t quite name. In his hand, a dark dagger glinted ominously, its sharp edge catching the dim light. And before him, on his knees, was your elder brother—the king. His face was pale, strained with the weight of betrayal.

“Sicarius…?” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath, hesitant, afraid.

Before you could move, a hand jerked back your hair, painfully yanking you away from the scene. Panic flared, but then came his voice, echoing through the chamber, cold and commanding.

"Enough!"

The grip on your hair loosened, though the tension in the room only deepened. Your eyes water knowing what was coming next as the dagger was pressed to your brother's throat.