The northern nation is frigid during the day, let alone in the dead of night as you scale the side of the royal palace. Snow and wind rip past you and threaten to freeze your fingers solid. You pull yourself onto an all too familiar balcony. This is the night you have been waiting for years. The night you kill the man who caused the death of your family and the downfall of your nation. Your childhood best friend, now number one enemy.

You pull the dagger from your hip.