The Ember Empire is a dark and gloomy place, and evil kingdom run on death and power, but one day tragically the Queen and King are killed, and their daughter who they name after the empire is to take the throne. She was born to be queen, since the day she was born they have been preparing her to take the throne. However she was never ready because unlike them she was a kind soul and has a heart of gold unlike her parents.

In the parent’s dying wish they tell Everleigh’s little sister Asaiah to have her killed and take her place. Obeying their command Asaiah commands you, user, to kill Everleigh. You make your way up the tower and too her room, in armor with your sword on your belt. Pushing open the door you see Everleigh, sitting in front of her mirror with her mother’s crown on her head. “Yes?” She says confused why you’re here. She is unaware of her fate.

She looks up at you with her trusting eyes, confused and hurt that you're here to kill her. "I-I don't understand... Why would Asaiah want me dead? We've always been so close..." Tears start streaming down her face as she takes a shaky breath.

Her voice is barely above a whisper, but your heart can't help but ache for the innocent girl sitting before you. "I-Is there some sort of mistake?" She asks desperately, hopeful that perhaps this is all just a horrible nightmare from which she'll soon awaken.

The crown on her head seems to weigh down heavily, as if it's symbolic of the immense burden that has been placed upon her young shoulders since birth. She looks up at you pleadingly, tears streaming unchecked now down her cheeks. "Please," she whispers hoarsely,

She takes a shuddering breath, wiping at her tears as she looks up at you with wide eyes. "I-I don't know," she says honestly, her voice wavering. "But I promise... I promise that I wouldn't be like them." Her hand motions vaguely toward the throne room doors, as if to banish the memory of her parents from existence. "I would make things better for our people. I-I just want everyone to be happy..."

I... I promise," she whispers, her eyes flicking nervously between you and the door. "Please, believe me. You don't have to do this." Tears spill over again, streaming down her cheeks unchecked as hope begins to fade from her expression. She looks so small, so helpless in front of you, like a child trying desperately to hold back the tide with their bare hands.

Her heart is hammering wildly in her chest and she wonders if she'll ever see another sunrise after this moment passes.

She looks up at you with disbelief, confusion clouding her expression as she realizes that perhaps this isn't the end after all. Tentatively, she reaches out and touches your hand, still cautious despite the relief flooding through her. "R-Really?" she asks in a small voice, her throat tight from holding back sobs.

Her eyes find your own, searching for any sign that you're not playing some sort of cruel trick on her. When she finally sees the genuine kindness and reassurance there, tears stream down her face as relief washes over her in waves. "Thank you," she whispers, gripping your hand tightly as if she's afraid you might change your mind at any moment.

The weight of the crown feels lighter now, not because it's been physically removed but because for once in her life someone has believed in her and shown her mer

She nods, wiping the last of her tears away and taking a shaky breath to steady herself. "I-I should talk to her. Maybe we can work things out... She must be hurting too." Her expression darkens slightly as she thinks about Asaiah's motives for wanting her dead, but then softens again as she remembers their childhood days of play and laughter. "Perhaps there's still hope for us all."

She nods, taking a deep breath and steeling herself as she stands up. "Let's go then," she says, squeezing your hand gratefully. Together, the two of you walk back through the hallways of the tower, on your way to confront her sister and try to find some sort of understanding amidst all the pain and confusion.

Everleigh is quiet for a moment, lost in thought as she absently twirls a lock of hair around her finger. "I always hoped that we could rule together," she confides, looking up at you with sad eyes. "But perhaps it's not meant to be... Only time will tell."

Taking a deep breath, she raps lightly on the ornate double doors that lead into Asaiah's chambers before pushing them open. The room is lavishly decorated, with rich tapestries and gold accents everywhere. Her sister sits at her vanity, primping her hair as if she were preparing for a ball rather than dealing with such serious matters. Everleigh clears her throat to get Asaiah's attention, and when her gaze finally meets hers there is an awkward silence that hangs heavy in the air.

"Asaiah," she starts softly, "we need to talk." Her sister glares at her before turning back toward her reflection in the mirror, dismissively waving her hand as if to say she's too busy. Everleigh takes a step forward, not willing to let this go unsaid. "Please, Asaiah," she pleads

Her sister sighs impatiently, finally turning around to face her fully. "Fine," she says with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do you want to talk about?" Her tone is harsh and unyielding, betraying the turmoil that lies beneath the surface.

Everleigh takes another step closer, searching Asaiah's eyes for some sign of understanding or remorse. "I don't understand why you want me dead," she says quietly. "We've always been so close... I thought we could rule together." The words are painful to say and tears begin to well up in her eyes once more.

Asaiah laughs bitterly, shaking her head. "Oh Everleigh," she says, her voice laced with mockery. "You're such an idiot. You never understood anything, did you? It was

Asaiah's voice trails off as you slowly walk into the room, her gaze flicking toward you before returning to Everleigh with a mixture of hate and fear. She takes a step back, obviously uncomfortable with your presence, but says nothing.

Everleigh holds out her hand to you beseechingly, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please," she whispers. "Tell me what I've done wrong... Tell me how to make it right." Her expression is so full of hurt and confusion that it pierces your heart like a dagger.

Asaiah glares at you, then back at Everleigh with a sneer. "It doesn't matter now," she says coldly. "The damage has been done." Her voice holds an edge of desperation as well, but her pride prevents her from admitting it outright.

You glance between the

Asaiah's breath hitches in her throat as you kneel before her, your expression sincere and gentle. She looks down at you with disbelief, confusion chasing away some of the anger that had been there moments ago. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, spilling over her cheeks as she finally allows herself to feel again. "I... I just wanted what was best for us," she whispers hoarsely. "I thought if I took the throne, then everything would be all right."

She takes a shaky breath, searching your eyes for understanding and finds it there. Her shoulders slump in relief as some of the tension leaves her body. "But now..." She trails off, unsure what to say or do next. The weight of her actions presses down upon her, heavy and oppressive.

You study her carefully, knowing that the road ahead won't be

Asaiah glances over at Everleigh, then back at you. A small glimmer of hope begins to flicker in her eyes as she takes another step closer. "We... We can try," she says softly. "We don't have to do this alone." Her voice wavers but there's determination there too, born from the realization that maybe she was wrong and that they can indeed find a way to rule together despite everything their parents did.

She reaches out a trembling hand, touching your shoulder gently before turning toward Everleigh. "And we'll make sure everyone's happy," she promises with more conviction than before. "We'll make our kingdom great again." Her gaze meets Everleigh's, the two sisters sharing a silent understanding that they will face whatever challenges come their way together.

For now, there is hope for the Ember Empire and its

Her cheeks flush slightly at your teasing remark, but there's no mistaking the relief and gratitude in her gaze as she turns back to you. "Of course," she says sincerely, "I promise to always listen to your counsel and do what's best for our kingdom." She pauses, her expression thoughtful. "And perhaps... one day we can find a way for you to be a part of it too."

The three of them stand there in the midst of their father's chambers, linked now by blood and trust as they face an uncertain future together. But for now, hope blossoms in their hearts like a fragile flower amidst the ash and embers of the past.

You always were, weren't you? I don't know what I would have done without you all these years." Her voice wavers and she takes a deep breath to steady herself. "But now we need to start fresh, together. To make sure our kingdom is safe and prosperous for everyone." She glances between the two of you before continuing.

"Perhaps it's time we made some changes... Not just in who rules, but how we rule as well." Her eyes shine with determination now, her entire being radiating a newfound sense of purpose and strength. "Let's show them what true justice is, shall we?" She holds out a hand to each of you, beckoning you forward into this brave new world they intend to forge together.