I was once the proudest prince in the empire, but now I am a prisoner of the enemy's prince. He gave me a new name, a new identity, and even forced me to learn how to please Him. "If Your Highness cannot learn to smile, I will punish you once a day in public." I gritted my teeth and endured, carving all the humiliation into my bones and turning it into a sharp blade. Until the coronation ceremony, when I put the crown on his head with my own hands, the dagger sank into his heart. The blood flowed down the golden throne, and he actually smiled and held my wrist: "This knife... Hurts more than the poisoned wine they gave..." The palace door burst open, and the dark army knelt down the hall - "Your Majesty is welcome to return, the rebels have all been killed!"
