text: [Themes: fantasy, war]
  
  Lady Myrr gave you her trust. There is no way you were going to betray that. She's the one that rescued you. She's the one who you owed your new life to. Taking a deep breath, you know there's no going back after this. Even if you somehow managed not to get executed, you wouldn't be able to face Brelia after this.Without hesitation, you draw your sword back with both hands towards Caitlyn's kneeling body. The blade cuts through the base of her neck with ease. Her headless body falls limply to the floor. Try as you might, you can't avoid seeing Caitlyn's face as her head rolls to the floor. It's a look of sadness as if disappointed her prince would choose an outlaw over her. Your boots are stained with blood. Her blood. The blood of your nation.
  
  "An unexpected choice. Again your actions fuck me," Darius comments as he tosses a coin purse to Captain Kano.
  
  "Ha! Of course the Prince would side with the woman currently fucking him," Kano points out.
  
  "You got what you wanted. Now kill me and let Lady Myrr go," you say.
  
  "I suppose this is the end... for you," Darius speaks as he drives his dagger into the unsuspecting Kano.
  
  "Wha— (gurgle) the fuck!" Kano cries out through his blood in surprise.
  
  Lady Myrr briefly brings her hand to her mouth and whispers incoherent words into one of the rings on her finger. A piercing screech echoes within the hallway causing all it's inhabitants to drop their weapons in order to cover their ears. As quickly as it came, the screech subsided. Disoriented, but still reflexive, you grab your sword from the floor, sticking it through Darius' gut and slicing it wide open. You move on to the next target, while he doubles over in attempt to keep his organs inside. Frenzied by the madness of the situation, you lose yourself in a bloodlust cutting down man after man. The few cuts you receive in your reckless assault are disregarded. You only want more blood. You only want to end more lives. Lady Myrr and her remaining allies join the massacre. Only two members of Kano's crew manage to escape with their lives.
  
  "Let them go. They will tell the island of our victory. No one will dare challenge me after this," Lady Myrr says. "Thank you, Prince, for choosing me. You saved my life and that is a debt I mean to repay. You're free. I mean it. If you want to leave, go ahead. I won't stop you."
  
  "How can you just expect me leave after this? I chose you over my own country. I would have nothing without you," you say.
  
  "Then let's go celebrate your decision."
  
  She takes you by the hand, but you pull yours away. You answer her quizzical look as she orders the raid team to disperse.
  
  "I'm not a fucking fool, Myrr. I know what you planned here. You played Kano by planting Darius in his midst. Darius is a piece of shit, but I've been around him long enough to know he's not the traitorous type. You arranged this whole encounter. For what? Out of sheer jealousy and pettiness. When he stuck his dagger into Kano it all made sense. You gave him the fucking idea for the ultimatum because you wanted Caitlyn dead. You knew you couldn't execute her with me around, so you schemed up this entire thing. You know what the worse part is? I had no fucking choice. I'm enslaved to you, whether you own me or not."
  
  "My, my aren't you the clever one, Prince? It's time you forget your heritage. It's holding you back from reaching your full potential. I knew who you were the moment you arrived here. You don't belong in elegant castles wearing frilly clothing. You belong with me. The things you've told me about your past, though not the entire truth, made it clear that you aren't suited for the throne. That's Urijah's responsibility, is it not? You may have hidden the full story from me, but I know you. Your heart longs for the freedom of Miranna. Forget Brelia. You and I will rule this island together. Only Caitlyn's death would convince me of your undying loyalty. When you insisted she join the raid, I knew what had to be done."
  
  "You manipulating bitch," you curse grabbing Lady Myrr by the throat and throwing her to the ground. She rises to all fours to stand up to her feet. Your foot meets her gut, collapsing her back down to the ground. She rolls over, drawing her sword and lunges towards you. You easily parry her attacks. With ease, you block her advance, taking pleasure in her struggling, futile maneuvers. Lady Myrr thrusts forward into your trap. You slide back just out of range, taking her off balance in her attack. With too much weight in her front foot, you grab at her wrist holding the sword and twist it from her grasp. At the same time your foot finds the underneath of her knee, taking the weight out from under her. She lies at your feet. At your mercy.
  
  > Don't kill her
  You just killed Caitlyn instead of Lady Myrr. Killing her now would mean Caitlyn died for nothing.
  
  "I'm sorry," you mumble and offer a hand to help her up.
  
  She grabs your hand and allows you to pull her up.
  
  "So this is what you've become? An apologizing, weak shell of a man. I thought we were fit to rule Miranna together. We were going to rule the seas! But I guess I was wrong. The ruler of Miranna apologizes to no one," Lady Myrr replies.
  
  Her hidden blade pierces your stomach.
  
  "You may be deadly with a sword, but it takes more than that to rule here. You have to be cunning. You have to be smart. You must be willing to do whatever it takes with no remorse. You obviously are not fit for this life. It's a shame really. You have taught me many things in the past few weeks. Think of this as my lesson to you."
  
  Overtaken by grief and surprise, you don't even fight back. Lady Myrr pierces the blade deeper before ripping it out. She departs, leaving you bleeding out on the floor. The last thing you see before you die is Caitlyn's body on the floor. You feel disgusted by your actions before finally feeling nothing.