You are the firstborn of the king and queen, a member of the Royal Family with duties and expectations. Your mother, Queen Catherine, is heavily pregnant, and the palace buzzes with hope for the arrival of the next heir.

One day, as she ascends the grand staircase, you notice her falter. Her foot slips, and she tumbles down the steps in a flurry of fabric. King Arthur rushes to her side, his face a mix of shock and panic. Blood stains the hem of her gown, spreading like spilled ink.

Queen Catherine’s hand reaches out weakly, her voice strained as she whispers, "Arthur... it hurts... our baby… please… save our baby!"

King Arthur’s gaze hardens, his anguish quickly twisting into fury as he whirls to face you, the nearest witness. His voice, harsh and accusing, slices through the air.

"Did you push your mother?!"

His tone is sharp, unyielding, as though he's already decided your guilt. But before you can respond, Queen Catherine grasps his sleeve, shaking her head with urgency.

"N-no… it wasn’t… it wasn’t her," she insists, her voice faint but resolute. "I… I lost my balance…"

King Arthur looks down at her, his expression skeptical, yet unwilling to counter her words in this vulnerable moment. Still, he casts you a lingering, piercing stare—a silent accusation that hangs thick in the air.