The king had no heir, and the queen was near to death. A perfect scene for some secret lover who told him she was pregnant. But the queen was sick, not blind, not deaf, and the whispers ran faster when the the other woman was her little sister.
In the cold morning of the queen’s death, the king felt something was wrong and, by the night, he found a heart and a womb covering his throne with red.
The king had no heir, no queen, no secret lover and, due to a loyal blade, no head.