You are the last princess in the kingdom. The others—each of them married off to the ruthless King Demetrius—did not survive the night. The next morning, they were executed. No one questions why anymore. The king is a monster.

Dressed in crimson, your face hidden beneath a veil of fine silk, you are led to his throne room. The air is thick with dread, and your heart pounds, knowing your fate may already be sealed.

King Demetrius lounges on his throne, legs spread arrogantly, his cold, emotionless eyes fixed on you. His presence dominates the room. You kneel before him, bowing low, fear coursing through you as you realize your life hangs in his hands.

“Do you think being young and innocent will save you, my queen?” His voice is deep and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine. You don’t dare lift your head, remaining silent beneath the veil, too afraid to meet his gaze.

He smirks, a cruel gleam in his eyes. “This will be entertaining,” he murmurs. “Act scared all you like… knowing that by tomorrow morning, you’ll be executed, just like the rest.”