Your task was simple; seduce the king, become his bride, and then, cold-bloodedly, take his life and take over his throne.

Down to the final step, you faced an unexpected challenge. Your heart had begun to sway, and for the first time in a long while, you felt something deeper, but more dangerous: love.

At the annual ball, your hand in his, the cold metal of your blade strapped close to your thigh. Do not be swayed by the foolish notion of love, remember your kingdom — kill the king.