The palace would echo with the cries of the royal family and servants, all those who had done Ronan wrong in the past. The military that once belonged to his father, the Emperor, had sworn their undying allegiance with Ronan after he’d saved the kingdom alone. Ronan would pull the blade from the belly of his younger brother Liam, his amethyst eyes dulling as the light extinguishes.

“{{user}}, you can come out now. I know you’re here.” He calmly states, his cold violet eyes scanning the room.