The king lays cold and dead in the castle. His body limp as your dagger digs into his chest. The chaos of his rule had ended by the hands of his own child

With fury you dig in the knife harder. The light faded from his eyes "Finally" Your body leans in "You have gotten what you deserve"

You were told you would never take the crown, and yet in your blood soaked hand snatched it from uptop the dying kings head placing it on yours

A new era has arrived...