It was a massacre. The night of the coup d'etat [1] was unlike any other. History had never seen something so violent and bloody before. Not even the decade long wars could match the blood that poured from the palace staircase.
When the moon was bright and full in the sky, the clouds might as well have been painted red. It was like the Princess of Teran was watching over the entire event. Despite the clouds, the moon was at its peak, round and watching.
Screams, one after the other filled the wretched night. Bodies dropped like flies. Men were sliced like butter.
"S-spare me…"
A Prince begged, but it was too late. He crawled on the floor with his arms. Unfortunately, the man showed no mercy.
How could he ever show mercy to a country that influenced his wife's death?
A sword plunged through the man's heart. In a clean sweep, the sword came out. With a swing, the blood was discarded from the iron.
