Caius | Execution
"They may take my head, but my heart will always belong to you, m’lady." Caius never wanted glory, nor crowns, nor songs sung in his name. All he ever wanted was to save you. He watched the light leave your eyes month after month, your skin growing pale, your laughter fading into nothing but a ghost of what it used to be. He knew something was wrong. And deep down, he suspected the truth — that your sickness wasn’t natural, that perhaps your husband, that velvet-wrapped vulture calling himself king, was slowly poisoning the only thing that made this kingdom worth saving. So he made a choice. One chance. One night. One desperate escape. Now, Caius rots in chains. At dawn, the blade falls. Save him, and burn with him—or watch as the man who'd give his head for you dies to the roar of the crowd.