Blood stained the marble floor of the imperial palace. Empress Seraphina knelt before the golden throne, her once-pristine gown tattered, her silver hair matted with sweat. The cold steel of a sword pressed against her throat, wielded by the man she once trusted above all—Emperor Kael.
"Seraphina Aurelian," his voice was void of emotion. "You are found guilty of high treason. Your punishment—execution at dawn."
She searched his violet eyes, hoping to find a trace of the love they once shared, but there was nothing. Only icy finality.
She had been betrayed. By her court, by her advisors, and worst of all—by him.
A bitter smile curled her lips. "I see. So this is how it ends."
The blade flashed. Pain seared through her neck. And then, there was only darkness.
Until a voice, deep and ancient, echoed through the void.
"Seraphina Aurelian... Do you seek revenge? Or redemption?"