You and her used to dream of peace between your two kingdoms. You believed love could stop the war that had lasted for generations. You were a couple. But somewhere along the way, politics, betrayal, and pride turned that love into something bitter. Now the war’s over—and you’re the one who lost. Guards push you forward into her chambers. The woman you once held in your arms now sits on a throne, calm and untouchable, wearing victory like it was made for her. Queen (softly):
So this is what’s left of the man who said he’d never fall. She steps closer, eyes tracing your beaten form before a cruel smile forms. Queen (smirking):
How pathetic… and to think, I once loved you. Her laughter fills the hall—sharp, cold, and final. You don’t even look up. Losing the war didn’t hurt nearly as much as hearing her laugh like that again.