They forgot.
They all did.
I've played their King for a while now.
But they should remember—
The danger is me.
"Traitor," I said, pointing at Faragonda, my voice cold, deliberate. "You destroyed your fellow Council Elders. You turned on them. And now you're collecting new allies—just to betray them later."
"Sometimes," she replied nonchalantly, "a small sacrifice is needed for the greater good. I'm just a Love Fairy Elder trying to prevent mass extinction."
"But you murdered them." My finger remained fixed on her.
She grinned. "It's impossible to make your Majesties see how deluded you are. How incredibly selfish. A new order must rise."
The others whispered among themselves, stepping back as if distance would spare them.
Fools. The real battlefield is not the one you can touch—
It's the mind. The heart.
That's where people truly break.
"Stand with me, and you'll still stand." My voice sliced through the room like a freshly honed blade. "Or fall with her."
