[ WP ] You step into the throne room with weapon at the ready . The king eyes you with disdain as you draw near . He knows the end is near . His voice is solemn yet sad as his only words split the cold silence like a knife through the air , `` Why ? ''

“ Why? ” 
 
 The word quietly escaped from the king ’ s lips and shot through the silence of the vast, grand, room he sat in. The man before him looked confused for a second before bursting into a roar of laughter, violently shaking the short silence. He convulsed and bent his body as the laughter rolled uncontrollably out of his mouth, as if someone told a particularly topical joke. As suddenly as it began, it was gone. He had regained his composure as if nothing had happened at all. The silence reluctantly tried to return to the room, only to be unsuccessful. 
 
 “ Do not try to jest with me, Brother. ” He spat the words out as if they were venom. “ We both knew this was going happen for a long while now. ” 
 
 The king ’ s eyes flare with an robust anger as he turns to face his brother. “ Yes, I knew you would come for my throne eventually. ” He clenches his fists, and his knuckles turn to white. “ But this… ” 
 
 He trailed off, unable to finish as he was bombarded with mental imagery of her beautiful face. The way her hair danced around her head in the breeze, how her smile lit up even the darkest of days, and how her voice comforted him in ways he only just now started to comprehend. His eyes lowered down to her pale corpse, her blood staining the floor around his feet. He felt a new wave of nausea hit him. 
 
 “ Oh her you mean? ” The man interjected “ I thought I was doing you a kindness, did n't think you would want to watch me ravish her. ” his mouth contorted into a smirk as he bent slightly in an attempt to meet his brother ’ s eyes. “ Plus, she was already used by you anyway. ” He sighed wistfully “ I wish I was the one to take her virgi- ” 
 
 He was cut short by something hard slamming into his jawbone and a shout of “ YOU BASTARD! ” Apparently the king had enough of his speech. He staggered backward and looked up to see his loyal soldiers managing to restrain his enraged brother. He let out a growl and stepped towards them. 
 
 “ Oh don ’ t worry, I will let you be together with your beloved whore. ” 
 
 In one, fluid, motion he drew his longsword and slit the neck of his dear brother, and watched as the fire drained out of his eyes.
