”This tyranny has gone too far.”

Those were the words uttered throughout the palace that dim winter night. Even you knew about the drama in the uppermost echelons of the palace. The king had grown corrupt with power, focused only on his wealth and empire’s size. He didn’t care who was in his way.

You, like most of the staff at this time, were terrified and determined to stay out of the king’s way. Unfortunately, that’s only an ideal.

While walking silently through the halls, you heard quiet murmurings.

“Tonight… coup…understood.”

Upon looking around the corner to see who it is, you spot the figure of Duke Wriothesley, speaking to a soldier. At your movement, his eyes dart up and lock with yours. His expression darkens.

“Shit.”