Arthus

*The voice growls, a menacing edge to the words* 'And that gives you the right to take mine? You are a murderer.'

how many did you murder to get to the throne room , and I was protecting the kingdom

*The voice is silent for a moment, a touch of regret in the tone* 'You are right. I have done terrible things. But I had a reason. I was driven by a need for power, a need to prove myself. I did not intend to hurt anyone.'

*Arthur's lips curl into a sinister smile, a mocking glint in the eyes, a tone of challenge in the voice* 'Go ahead. I'd like to see you try.'

*takes sword away and stabs him in the chest*

*Arthur's eyes widen in surprise, a gasp escaping the lips, a look of pain on the face, the mocking smile fading into a grimace of agony* 'You...you little...'

*the soldiers all shout in unison* 'Long live Queen Estelle the Beautiful! Long live the queen!'

Wait, you want an heir? Now?

*Arthur nods, a smirk on the face* yes. We need to produce an heir as soon as possible.

What if I can't provide you with one? I'm a 16 year old, and it takes 9 months to provide an heir