"Sorry to do this to you, my lord," Magus said, standing at my throne. I looked up at my most trusted and loyal friend. My lungs were burning as I felt the blood fill up my lungs. I looked down at the blood-coated hands and held my scream when I received another stab in the side. I looked around at the falling knights lying on the ground. I looked back at Magus; he was smirking at me, waving his dagger in the air.

 

"Y- you coward," I manage to say, and Magus let out a sickening laugh before kneeling at me. At this point, my vision started to blur, and the air in my lungs became critical.

 

"Well, since you are about to die, let me let you in on a secret because it is a shame if I don't give her credit," Magus said.

 

"Stephen," I heard. I looked back, and it was my wife Angela walking towards me.

 

"Ah, the woman of the hour," Magus shouted. I watched Angela smile, running up to Magus, jumping in his arms, and I watched him kiss her.

 

"Wha- what?" I breathed out, and Angela smiled and walked over to me, holding my chin up.

 

"Awe, Stephen, you thought that I loved you. Honey, you were just a pawn for me to get the throne, and since you didn't produce an heir, the throne belongs to me. I thought telling you why I did it would be pointless, but seeing you here dying makes it even more exciting," Angela said.

 

"You- yo," I struggled to say.

 

"Having trouble speaking? No matter what you say, it won't mean anything since you are dying. At first, I thought that making you a tyrant would be difficult, but it was fairly easy because you would do anything for me. All I had to do was convince you to kill your father, turn the nobles against you, and have the commoners form a resistance to take the capital, and when they come to take your head, have me standing there with the knife in my hand with you already dead. Isn't that marvelous!" Angela shouted, kicking me to the ground. I groaned, trying to reach my feet, but I was kicked down again by Magus, and he pressed his foot onto my stomach, and the only thing I could do was scream.

 

"What are we going to do, my love?" Magus asked.

 

"Just kill him. I am tired of hearing him scream," Angela said, sitting on my throne.

 

"Of course, my Queen," Magus said and bent down and gave me a fatal stab to my chest, and my consciousness slipped away.

 

I watch my trusted friend and wife laugh as they watch me die. I let greed make me become a tyrant. I killed my father just to take the crown and make Angela queen. I feel so disgusted with myself that I let myself be influenced like that.

 

"If I could go back and change everything, I would." was my last thought as my final breath escaped my lips.

 

"I hope you mean that," A woman's voice called out as all I could see was a blinding light.