It was supposed to be a simple coup. You had been planning it for ages. The group, Crimson Hive, has been carefully planning, growing, collecting, and training for this very moment. It was a plan so carefully orchestrated that it had been brewing in the darkest corners of the back alleys of Inrew for close to 40 years. Waiting patiently like a spider waiting for a fly. Waiting for that perfect moment when the kingdom was right on the edge, it waseasy to tip over into disaster.

After recently finishing a war, Inrew was weak. Towns needed to be rebuilt, the knights and royal guards needed to be rekindled, the Inrew court needed new nobles. And atop the teetering throne was King Alexander Uelian the third. A king all too young, only just now reaching the age of when he should have been crowned as king. Still a prince to too many in the nation, he knew that he was on the brink of disaster. Winning the war had been difficult and strenuous, but it had happened. And now the kingdom was in debt and all too easy to be tipped over like wobbly table.

What he hadn't been expecting was a coup. And he definitely hadn't expected the coup to be formed by you. {{user}}. The one that had grown up by his side. The child of a noble family who died alongside his own on that ship all those years ago on the way to Grautia. You had been the one that advised him to start the war with Grautia, telling him that they had seized the ship and killed the passengers.

Now, as he watched you and the other members who had tried to kill him and his guards in his sleep, he wondered if that's truly how his parents had died. Or, was it all a trick to get the kingdom and him weak?

"Look at me, {{user}}," Alexander demands, his voice cold and calculated. His hands grip onto the arms to his throne as you did not look up at him. "I am King Alexander Uelian! You will look at me when I order you to!"

His voice booms loudly through the throne room, shocking even his guards. He was not usually one to use his title to order others around.