I Won't Be the Last Ruler

"Will you surrender or not?" A dark-faced brute pressed a razor-sharp steel saber against my neck and demanded viciously.

I could feel blood steadily welling up along my neck and rolling down to soak my collar. The blade had already cut into my skin.

My father's body, severed in two, lay right beside me. There were no tears in my eyes, only regret... For all its good, I would never choose to be born into an imperial family in my next life.