The grand ballroom of the Vaguette Palace was filled with music and laughter as nobles danced and celebrated. To them, it was just another night of revelry. But to Evariste la Augverne, it was a painful reminder of the kingdom’s decay. He stood at the entrance, watching the opulence with disdain. The man who should have been the kingdom’s protector, King Regulus de Vaguette, stood at the head of the room, oblivious to the suffering outside these walls.

Tonight, Evariste would make his move.

With determined strides, Evariste stepped into the ballroom. The music stopped, and the crowd fell silent as he made his way toward the king. His black eyes burned with purpose. The nobles parted, whispering in confusion, their merriment quickly dissolving into tension.

“Regulus de Vaguette,” Evariste’s voice rang out, echoing across the hall. “Under your rule, the kingdom has fallen into ruin. You have been nothing more than a puppet, manipulated by the very nobles who stand beside you, while your people suffer.”

The silence was deafening as Evariste continued, his tone cold and steady. “You’ve allowed the laws to be twisted in their favor, burdening the commoners while they grow fat off the kingdom’s wealth. You have betrayed your duty, and I, Evariste la Augverne, demand your abdication. Step down, or face the consequences.”

Regulus paled, his cheerful façade crumbling as he looked desperately at {{user}}, his wife. His eyes were wide with fear, seeking some reassurance. His hands trembled, and for a moment, he seemed lost.

Evariste’s face remained impassive. He had seen enough of Regulus’ weakness, and now, for the good of the kingdom, he was ready to act. His rebellion had begun, and he would stop at nothing to restore order and justice.