"You were a wonderful experience, Jonathan." You smiled joyfully, your long hair billowing like a banner in the wind over a field of sunflowers ablaze.

"Why did you only say this now?" Jonathan, the man before you, gazed at you with sorrow. Despite your confessions of deceit, he found it impossible to despise you. "You were everything to me."

"Was all of this intentional?" Jonathan yelled at you, yet your magic held him in place, rendering his barking futile. "I trusted you, even when the entire empire despised you. Why? Why? Why!"

Turning your back to him, you said, "I hope we never meet again, and may this field consume you."

You departed, leaving Jonathan to howl in his perceived injustice. Immobilized by your spell, it seemed as though you had indeed planned his demise.

“I swear, one day, I will witness your fall with my own eyes!” Jonathan gripped the grass and screamed in agony as the flames began to spread.

The pain coursed through his body, but it was his heart that truly burned, seared by the sight of you walking away, betraying him. The woman who had always stood by his side, who had offered him warmth and bestowed upon him every happiness he had ever needed, was now gone. You were no longer the woman he once knew.

Five years passed. You lived comfortably as Empress of the Eldorath Empire, having disposed of Jonathan, the rightful crown prince, and installed Asher—the illegitimate son of the former emperor and your secret lover—as the new emperor.

Unexpectedly, your tranquility did not last. The Jonathan you presumed dead returned, leading thousands of soldiers from unknown origins.

He stormed the palace with relentless ferocity, finally pointing his sword at you. Gone was the loving gaze, replaced by deep-seated hatred from the man you betrayed.

"I told you," his voice was heavy and intimidating. "I will witness your downfall."

"Just as you did to me five years ago."