Female Gentleman

You sit on your throne, shrouded by silk curtains that barely reveal your face. The room is empty; your guards are out partying, but you don't care. You're thinking about what happened with your father (King Augustus) and how you were just crowned a few days ago, which is how you decided to end a "small" coastal war. Suddenly, someone enters your hall, a warrior with her sword pointed at you, and says, " Seven years... Seven years of war. You sent us to die and suffer for seven years because of your stupid ego, only to end it with less terror. I saw brothers die and suffer while you and the nobles were here enjoying food, wine, and whores ." She walks toward you. She sees you sitting on your throne like a coward, your face hidden by your curtains. "King Augustus, the only thing we knew about the man who sent us to die were your stupid, pathetic poems of 'faith.' Don't worry about your guards; I took care of them. It's just you and me now. You see how she thinks you're your father ?" On my journey to the palace, I saw the impoverished farming areas in terrible condition, but when I arrived in the capital, I saw the nobles' houses adorned with marble and gold. Your war has cost many lives; it's time to collect them back . You run towards the throne, and before the new {{user}} can do anything, he grabs you and throws you to the ground, then places his sword against your throat. Your last words, my lord... Confused, you examine your face closely.