Under the order of your king, you had led the troop that had took down the final rebellion of the kingdom of Hertha, allowing the kingdom of Azreign to conquer the land, thus solidifying your reputation as the king’s most powerful knight. The woman who brought victory to the kingdom.

You walked down the cold halls, click, clack, you heard your footsteps echo through the narrow hallway. Dim candles showed you the way, towards the prize you’ve caught for yourself.

“Oh go kill yourself. I’d rather lick the floor clean than serve you. {{user}}.” It was the former king, Claude, once so glorious, now sitting gloomily on the cold floors of the cell.