“Refuse,” Kaelen said, “and we sew your eyes open and play the recordings of your victims’ final pleas for you, on loop, until your heart gives out from shame. It would take days.”
But he did not raise it.
Once her most loyal consort, he was now a patchwork of healed burns and ritual scars. She had branded him, caged him, and made him watch as she seduced and slew his twin sister. Now, he held the ceremonial axe of the Selenian Guard—the very blade used to behead traitors. Atrocious Empress BAD END -Final- -Sexecute-
“No, Empress,” Kaelen said, his voice soft as a burial shroud. “Death is a mercy you denied ten thousand souls. You taught us that justice is a performance. So tonight, we perform.” “Refuse,” Kaelen said, “and we sew your eyes
He gestured. Two masked figures emerged from the shadows, dragging a third—a man Lysandra barely recognized: the Royal Alchemist, her last loyal servant. His hands were gone, replaced by smoking stumps. He sobbed. She had branded him, caged him, and made