The knife drew closer to her heart before she froze, unable to take the last few inches. She was afraid of pain, she always had been, and now that she knew that only if she could last a few more minutes of it she could end pain forever. The Black God was merciful to those who took their own lives.

Before she could stop herself, the blade was thrown to the ground and it clanked dully against the tiles. She put her face in her hands and wept, her entire body shuddering from fear of what she had been about to do. Queen Dovasary of the Copper Isles was exhausted, confused and scared, her options with what to do with the luarin rebels completely limited to this last choice.

"What were you about to do?" Kyprioth was suddenly before her, his face livid with rage. "I did not put all my efforts to put a raka queen on the throne, only for her to kill herself right after!"

Dove fell to her knees before the god in awe. "It's been three years," Dove protested through her sobs, only to realize a little belatedly that time meant very little to a god.

Kyprioth picked up the knife. He studied it for a second then made it vanish. "I am going to go get Aly, and hopefully she'll talk some sense into you. The foolishness of humans…" He glared at Dove. "If you did kill yourself, I would make sure the afterworld would not be pleasant for you." And as Aly rushed in to serve her queen, Kyprioth disappeared after bestowing a small sympathetic pat on Dove's head.