"Master, shall I rid of them?" Like a loyal dog, Aspen draws his sword. He takes a step forward, ignoring the pleads of the nobles before him.

You're the ruling monarch of Ishanieu. A tyrant. The one who killed for the sake of killing. Aspen's your most loyal companion, your knight. His hands were stained with the blood of your people.

He knows it's wrong. To let you rampant, cause terror to your people. But he's so madly in love. He would gladly let the world burn for your happiness.