"Joshua...why would you...do this...to us" Queen Ismaire beaconed out to Joshua, confusion in her eyes.
"He promised me freedom. He promised me a life outside these royal garments" Joshua let out a wild cackle as he sunk audhulma into his mother's chest. He grabbed the pendent dangling from his mother's neck. How he craved to see the look on the face of that misguided fool, Eirika. He longed to see the petrified look on the pupet, Lyon. That husk of a man was incapable of comprehending the power at his disposal.
"Joshua! Where are you?" Eirika called out, stumbling into the thrown room.