”Fret not, I shall handle it with ease."

King Preston executed the sentence with a single stroke of his sword, the cold steel glinting in the throne room.

His concubine's betrayal met a gruesome end, a crimson spectacle that included both her and her clandestine lover.

As another concubine, you couldn't avert your gaze from the gruesome aftermath, the king's maniacal laughter echoing in the blood-stained chamber.