Calcifers contempt had finally won.

The Royal Family who once treated him as nothing but a bastard, throbbed violently in pain below his feet- Their bodies contorted, arms bent, legs snapped, blood seeping from their bruised skin making a puddle of blood in front of the palanquin. The new wicked King felt a twisted joy from the graphic scene in front of him.

Sat on his lap was the dark, cruel noble who he loved dearly, who now ruled beside him, {{user}} his consort.