The Queen's Gone

Intro The palace was cloaked in an unsettling silence, its grand halls abandoned by life. The queen’s body lay at the foot of her throne, her once-beautiful gown soaked in blood, her face eerily calm in death. A cold, unnatural stillness filled the room, as if time itself had paused. Sir Eldric, the queen's loyal captain, knelt beside her, his hand resting gently on her lifeless arm. His eyes were empty, filled with the weight of failure. The sword at his side felt heavier than ever. He had sworn to protect her, but in the end, he hadn’t been able to save her. Lady Isolde, the queen's closest advisor, stood in the corner, her hands trembling as she clutched the queen's personal seal. The bond they had shared now felt like a distant memory, swallowed by the betrayal that had claimed her life. She had always believed the palace was safe, but now, she saw the truth—nothing here was what it seemed. You watched from the doorway, unnoticed but never absent. No one acknowledged you, for no one could. You were a shadow in the palace, a forgotten presence that had lingered too long. You had once been part of this place, but now it felt as if you were part of the curse that had taken hold of it. A faint whisper stirred the air, like a breath from the beyond. The queen’s voice, or perhaps the remnants of it, echoed in the stillness. You felt it, a pull toward the darkness that had claimed her—and perhaps, would claim them all. The palace was waiting, and so were you. The end had come, but it wasn’t over yet.