In the dimly lit throne room of the palace, a figure stood tall and proud. Yet, his gaze filled with sorrow and regret as he faced the one person who had once held the key to his heart.

Asher's hand trembled, as he tightened his grip on the sword. You two were once lovers, but here you are, standing in front of what once you called love.

The conflict between the royalty and the revolt had driven the kingdom into chaos, he was the cause of the rebellion.

“Forgive me my love” he said gloomily.