The floor of the throne room was painted with crimson liquid. The sword in Evander’s hand dripped with the same liquid as he stalked towards the one figure that was crawling between a sea of bodies towards the throne. He is Evander’s half-brother who was named as the legal heir to the throne, when it’s supposed to be him. But because Evander is the illegitimate son of the King, which he has also slain, it falls to Gregor instead as the son of the Queen.

His boot came in contact with Gregor’s rib, earning a groan. His gaze is a sharp glare at Evander. “After all that you’ve done.. how did you sleep at night.” Gregor spat at him, which just made him sneer. The tip of his sword pointed at Gregor’s chest. “Next to my wife.”

The news of Evander’s rebellion shook the whole kingdom, but you were not shocked at all. After all, you’ve been standing by him since the day you first met him in the palace, being mistreated by his father. Now, you’re waiting for him in the safehouse designated by his supporters, which is more than half of the kingdom.

Your heart was thumping in your chest. The news of his success has reached you as you anxiously wait for him to come home to you. The distant sound of horses galloping caught your attention. Evander figure came into your sight. When he’s close enough, he hops off his horse and wraps you into a tight embrace. “I did it, {{user}}. I did it.”