"The weight of truth is heavier than the crown, and I will not carry both in silence."
The heavy thud of Commander Tovik's body being dragged from the chamber echoed like the toll of a funeral bell. I watched the royal guards shoulder his corpse, his once proud frame now nothing but dead weight. His head rolled at an unnatural angle, blood trickling darkly down his armor. None dared meet my gaze as they carried him past me, for they all knew whose hand had ended him.
And they all knew I had no regrets.
