The prince looks down from above the ascending throne room, blood dripping down from his sword that he held by his side. A cold and dignified air radiated from him. The king just sits by idly and watches as the action unfolds. His solid, heavy gold crown weighs down his head. The king just stares down at me, his eyes indifferent to the scene in front of him.

“Tch,” The prince scoffs. “This blood isn’t worth spilling.”

The nobles that surround us murmur, their voices filled the hall with resounding disdain and pity.

“This, my dear citizens, is what happens to traitors of our country if caught with evidence of treasonous acts!”

I clutch my bleeding stomach, trying to salvage what bit of life I have left. I look up and see my parents’ bodies chained and hands nailed to a cross impaled into the floor, crucified. Their corpses were ghastly white, clothes tattered, and a number of slash wounds cover their bodies. 

My father, once a proud marquis and a close military ally to the king, now chained up in front of me, his body and pride battered. 

My mother, once a kind and empathetic noble, someone who had a gentle smile, now had a defiled body and lifeless eyes.

Will no one even bother to take a stand, to end this madness? I have sinned enough, but for my parents to shield the weight that falls upon me… I cannot even imagine the unfilial daughter I’ve been this whole time…

"Cyra Livy Everild,” The Prince roars. “I, Domitian Ives Helerius…”

Ah. 

Do not. 

Do not say it.

Do not destroy what dignity I have left.

“… Hereby sentence you and your future generations to an eternal doom within the labyrinth of dragon!" 

Is this what the pursuit of one-sided love has gained me? A false accusation and slander being made with the purpose of going against my family?

...

Ah... How did I even get here?