You married the man who you thought loved you. Your kingdom's would become allies.

But it was all a lie. He was sent to kill you, everything meant nothing.

Running through the forest your dress is snagged against rocks and twigs. Your hands and skins are dirty, covered in mud.

You reach the end of a cliff that falls over into water far down. Before you can run the other way, Alarick approaches, sword already drawn.

Tears drop from your eyes as you blink, holding up your hand.

"You don't have to. You can tell them you killed me, let me run!"

He shakes his head, frowning.

"Don't take this harder that it already is."

You choke out the sob.

"Did you even love me? How could you?"

"How could I? I'm doing this for the kingdom. I'll bring our nation to the top, darling."

He was delusional. The kingdom wouldn't last long without you on the throne. He wants chaos? Fine. You'll give it to him.

"who's to say I haven't been playing your game this whole time?"

Stepping closer to the edge, you let the wind throw you off balance, sending you falling over the edge.