A coup. A movement aimed to depose the current emperor and place the crown on his consort instead. You’d planned each attack with precision, flattering Claude to avoid rousing suspicions… only for your efforts to end up in vain.

While his loyalists and your allies turn the palace upside down, your eyes remain fixed on one another inside the safety of your chamber.

“You wench,” He hisses, the sword he has to your throat trembling faintly. His voice is hushed. Vulnerable. “I loved you.”