[MAGNUS]
The air in the palace has been cold and hollow since Morgana's execution. As I walk the corridors, the weight of her absence presses on my shoulders like a cloak of iron. The echoes of her final croaked screams haunt the walls, and every time I close my eyes, I see her severed head being dangled before the crowd. Her eyes, once so full of fire and determination, now lifeless and cold. The memory is a torture, one that I cannot escape.
Another death in my name. Another person whose life ended because they supported me. And I could do nothing to protect her.
Is this what I am? A weak prince, incapable of protecting my subjects? Why do I even deserve to become king someday?
No matter how much I prepare, Eldric is always one step ahead. He works immorally. Nothing holds him back;
