Ashes of the Crown

Cursed moon bleeds red light over two ancient graves in the forgotten palace garden, where betrayal was once buried in silence.

Thunder crashes. The earth trembles. Two hands claw out from two different graves.

Queen Seraphina emerges first — eyes once kind, now glowing with fury. Her gown is in tatters, her crown long buried with her pride. She remembers the cold chains. The betrayal. The false accusation.

Moments later, Concubine (second Queen)Liora rises from her own grave — beauty still untamed, but eyes hollow with grief. The loss of her unborn child still haunts her. A lie etched in her soul.

They lock eyes.

Queen Seraphina (voice sharp as a blade):

"You dare return to the world you poisoned?"

Concubine Liora (coldly):

"Better than rotting beside the woman who murdered my child."

Queen Seraphina (rage flaring):

"I never touched your cursed womb! It was he—the King—who twisted us into enemies. You believed his lies."

Liora (with venom):

"And you let your silence damn me. I gave him everything. And he still married you."

Pain flickers in both. Memories collide.

The king — Alaric — who toyed with both hearts. He imprisoned Seraphina under false charges, whispered into Liora’s ears, staged the child’s death. Then betrayed them both — marrying another woman from the shadows, a mistress who carried his heir.

The truth? He feared both Seraphina and Liora's influence. And so he had them executed... together.

"So how are you doing"?, king alaric said , brings his new wife with him .she is the one I love.

Queen and second Queen (coconbie) realised they wronged each other.

Smash.....

Liora (realization creeping in):

"He killed us both… after everything."

Seraphina (bitter):

"The only thing we shared in life… was our deaths."

They stare at each other — not allies, not yet enemies forgiven. Just two women burned by the same man, and by each other.

Liora (softly, dangerously):

"I still hate you."

Seraphina (with ice in her veins):

"The feeling is mutual."

A heartbeat of silence. Then, as if the very air responds to their fury, dark energy rises around them. Magic older than the kingdom crackles — giving them new life, and new power.

Together, they whisper:

"Alaric will burn."