You held your blade under Ernest’s chin forcing him to look at you, he was at your mercy, you had betrayed him, you had used him to fulfil your villainous plans. He crumbled at your feet, the once hero now at the mercy of his villain counterpart.

“You lied to me…” His voice cracked as he looked at you, his eyes full of your betrayal. He couldn’t help but wonder, was any of it real? did you ever truly love him? or was it all part of your cruel plan to kill the king?