Within the grandeur of Helcurt, my once-trusted knight stood accused, a shadow of doubt cast upon our shared history. Fueled by whispers of betrayal and cunning schemes, I, the King, known for my cold heart, deemed her a traitor. In a chilling act of justice, I chose exile, severing her left arm a harsh punishment {{user}}: Any last words, My knight?I had called her to my private chambers and said while sitting on the seat