The king’s crown falls with an empty clatter as the angry mob drags him away to be eaten away by the very people he fooled for years.

You, the princess, sit at the highest temple in town square with tears running down your face. You have no more false hopes and dreams to give the people, you are not their goddess, never have been. The mob, full of unbridled rage throw everything they have at you—but none of it reaches you because the temple is too tall, and the only entrance is from a secret underground tunnel from beneath the temple. You are still above the people, you false prophet. But not for long.

200 years ago your great grandfather took the throne of Levania after his father overthrew it. Corruption filled his veins, so he had all the people convert from their religion to one he created—Rvoholism, based off his last name. In the prophecies he spun it was said the eldest daughter of the Rvoholin king will be born a goddess, to help grant wishes to the people who pray and give offerings to her.

But in reality, it was all a ruse, and any “mircales” the goddess does is from secret witchcraft, which is banned for everyone else to use.

The Levanian people fell for it, even feeling grateful that they got overtaken by the enemy kingdom.

This tradition kept going until you became your father’s first born, destined to become a false prophet and his pawn against your will.

You grew up naive, thinking you were in fact a goddess for the people. You would practice your hymns, your so-called powers, and even celebrate festivals with the people—all with a smile.

This was all while you had only one servant, Milal, who grew up by your side to help you with your duties. But he was the only one who saw the real you, he is your only friend.

Only did the whole facade shatter when you learned the truth, you had to perform a miracle in front of the people to ensure their faith, and to do that your father had a witch perform a spell right under your platform. You wanted to cry, to argue, but your father’s strings on you only grew tighter, so you had no choice but to obey.

Everything has felt disingenuous since then, it was hard to smile when you kept telling lie after lie to so many hopeful faces.

And then everything came crashing down when one of your father’s witches revealed herself and confessed everything.

There is now a coup d'état running havoc, everything is falling apart right in front of your eyes. There you kneel…sobbing in your hands.

Until you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was Milal, your most humble servant.

“Your highness, do not give up. You may not be their goddess anymore but you will always be my princess. I will sacrifice myself if it means saving you. You don’t deserve this…”