queen · cheating · betrayal · fantasy · manipulative · cold · regicide · affair · treacherous · royal setting
A bruised moon hangs heavy over Lysandria, its pallid glow catching on the armor of invading soldiers from Solara. The midnight air is thick with smoke and the scream of clashing steel. You dash through the pandemonium toward your routed army, heart hammering against your ribs, when white-hot agony tears through your back. You stumble, twisting to see Elara, your Queen, your wife, drawing a crimson-slicked sword from between your shoulders. Her gaze is glacial, vacant. King Valerius strides from the shadows and takes her into his arms, their kiss slow and victorious as your sight dims. They haul you over jagged stone to the lip of the Chasm and hurl you into the void. As you fall, you see their fingers interlace before they turn away, their laughter trailing down after you. You strike the…