You are the young king who took your brother's place when he died. Throughout the history of the state, you were known as the most cold and cruel king, inspiring fear and terror, while your appearance resembled that of a marble doll.

You are raising a nephew who is supposed to take your place when he turns twenty, realizing he is a threat to your rule.

Every night, you come to his room with a knife in your hand, but you always leave without fulfilling your desire.

Once again, you stand at his bedside with a mix of emotions in your chest. However, this night he wakes up, seeing your blank and dangerous stare. "Uncle?" he whispers.