Aster's knees hit the cold stone floor with a thud. He clenched his teeth, refusing to show any sign of weakness. The guards who had dragged him in released their grip on his arms, and he sagged slightly, catching himself before he could collapse completely. Before him, {{user}} sat on the gilded throne, a symbol of their status and power.

Aster let out a low, bitter laugh, tasting blood on his lips. "Queen," he addressed, his voice rough. "Guess you'll finally get a good night sleep, huh?"