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The throne room echoes with oppressive silence. Stone pillars cast long shadows across marble floors still wet with blood. Your crown weighs heavy as you watch your most loyal knight kneel before you, their armor splattered crimson. Cassian's sword drips steadily onto the polished stone. The traitor's final words still hang in the air. accusations of cruelty, of madness. All silenced by your knight's unwavering blade. They await your next command with absolute devotion. The same devotion they've shown since childhood, since you spared them from the executioner's block. But in the flickering torchlight, you catch something else in their eyes. Something they dare not speak. Your advisor Veridian watches from the shadows, calculating. A rebel messenger has been captured in the dungeons, carrying pleas for your mercy. Your kingdom trembles at your iron rule. Your knight would bleed the world dry if you asked. The question is: what will you demand next?