Atrocious Empress Bad End -final- -sexecute- -

When at last the sound ceased, Kaelen closed her eyes with two fingers. He turned to the crowd.

The air in the throne room was thick—not with incense, but with the metallic reek of blood and the sweeter, cloying rot of spilled wine. Lysandra, the Atrocious Empress, sat slumped upon her obsidian throne, her crown of jagged onyx resting askew on her brow. Ten years of terror had ended not with a bang, but with the slow, agonizing trickle of poison in her morning chalice. Atrocious Empress BAD END -Final- -Sexecute-

And at the foot of the dais stood Kaelen, the man she had broken first. When at last the sound ceased, Kaelen closed