A King's Grief

As I stand before my wife’s severed head, her eyes lifeless yet still open,

her lips faintly mumbling words lost to the ether, an unbearable wave of sorrow crashes

over me. She was my everything—my love, my solace, the one who grounded

me in a chaotic world. Yet I let my duties as a king, my pride,

and my mistakes lead to her death. The weight of my actions crushes me,

heavier than any crown I have ever worn. I feel like the most despicable

man in the entire kingdom, a disgrace not just as a king but as a human being.

Worse even than Giers, whose atrocities pale in comparison to the sin I now