They pull you close, one hand slipping around your waist, breath tickling your ear as they lean down...




...and tell you that, with you gone, the next heir to the throne is a distant cousin - a distant Northandlian cousin who is loyal to Northlandia interests. Within months, your nation will be nothing but a subjugated vassal state.

And then the heir STABS YOU.

Keep trying, and one day your star will rise again!