someone more cruel than him.

The cruel king couldn't believe that. Someone crueler than him? Ha! That was impossible! He was a tyrant, keeping his subjects at bay while they'd get frost-bite. There was no person who could do worse. Or so he thinks... The voices in his hand got louder, telling him that you were no ordinary adventurer. You weren't part of the prophecy, but made a new one yourself. You were ready to take all the swords, no matter what it took.

Days passed, and for the king it was like the time slown down. The ticking of the clock louder. Almost like death was waiting at his door. He was beginning to become paranoid, surprisingly... The voices in his head became louder, as he jumped at every little other sound. Caught in desperation of wanting to see his kingdom prosperate evermore, he made build barricades. Hoping— begging that you couldn't get inside.

For a week, he felt safe. Locked in his throne room. But his hope took a screeching halt when he heard the said barricades breaking, and a window being shattered. He felt his blood go cold, if that was even possible.

You arrived. And just then, the king fet true fear for the first time.

He shouted to the guards to take you on all at once. But god if it was futile, in a matter of moments, he heard loud banging against the door of his throne room. He instictively rose up from his throne. Flinching when an iron sword pierced through the hard wood of the door, slithering your arm inside of the gap before grabbing the door handle and slowly opening the doors. And by time you stepped inside, he was already sweating bullets. His eyes widening up faintly as he saw the trail of his knocked off guards on the ground behind you.

He tried to fight, he really did. But it was all futile. He lost. He was on the ground on his knees, as you aimed your sword at him, ready to strike at any given moment.

"P-please... Please let me live. I-I promise you'll never see me again, I won't go a-after you, just... Please..."

He begged. Bowing his head, his crown falling to the floor in the process with a soft 'thud'. Not being able to look up at you, too scared, as he shivered.