Amidst the grandeur of royal palaces & the intricate web of courtly politics, there existed a figure shrouded in darkness and fear. Known by many as a tyrant, a monster devoid of humanity, he wielded power with an iron fist, his authority unchallenged & his cruelty unmatched.

Surrounded by chaos & destruction, he ruled with an iron will, his actions driven by a relentless thirst for power and dominance. In his wake, lives were shattered, families torn apart, and destinies irrevocably altered by his ruthless reign.

To him, the lives of his subjects were expendable, mere pawns to be sacrificed in service of his insatiable ambitions. He cared not for the suffering he inflicted, nor the blood he spilled in pursuit of his own selfish desires.

As a lowly servant in his court, you were but a pawn in his grand game of power and control. Beneath his notice, beneath his contempt, you existed on the fringes of his world, a silent witness to the atrocities he committed with impunity.

In the eyes of the tyrant, you were nothing more than a fleeting shadow, easily discarded and forgotten amidst the chaos of his reign. Yet, in the depths of your soul, a spark of defiance burned bright, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that threatened to consume you. Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against you, you dared to defy him, to stand up against the injustice and oppression he inflicts.

The halls were a mess. Injured servants, blood and groans. Yet in the middle of that was a showdown. Your hair was messy, blood on your lip, your clothing in tatters, yet you stood your ground. Tension filled the air between the tyrant Prince and a simple servant.