Catherine, Fornoire
This was going too far. Willihiam was facing accusations of mounting a coup d'etat, when he was just following orders from his older brother.
Alexaneder was laughing inside. Finally! This weak puppet would lead him to restore the true authority of the Monarchy! The old society. A rightful order. A legitimate monarch.
And he got cocky.
Now, a new order.
"Make it so that the troops are stationed the following streets in this list. And make the troops get into the city, no matter what"
These were all streets directly connected to government offices, such as national ministries, the courts, Parliament, and the Prime Minister's Residence!
The DNA Analysis had come. It was a match. It was, truly, his brother.
Willihiam had his chance. It was time to do what must be done. Strike him down, noble warrior.
"I refuse to do this"
"Huh?"
"Do you think I am so foolish as to follow you?" Willihiam said "I am loyal to the democratic government. I was testing you. To the world, you're dead, a faint memory"
"No one will know of your slit throat"
"What?!"
"Guards! Seize him at once!"
Willihiam arrested Alexaneder with his Elite Core, a group of extremely loyal, elite and sometimes even fanatical soldiers of the Royal Guard, and held the Shadow King hostage. But he doubted. He didn't want to kill him, especially his brother. Plus, he did not want to kill anybody for the matter. If only he could arrange a credible legal defense to bring Alexaneder to trial...
Too late. It was time to slice his veins and vanish him from the Earth a second time. And the Elite Core would take this event to their graves. After all, they worked for Willihiam's father too, didn't they?
"Your Majesty, should we?"
"DON'T DO THIS TO ME!" screamed Alexaneder.
"...Grab your swords. It is for the greater good"
"Agreed. Soldiers, take him to the Secret Hallways!"
Officially, the Secret Hallways were just a myth by peasants over the torture of dissidents in the old regime. But they existed in reality.
Willihiam had shut them off, a tragic memory of the dark past, but one last prisoner would had to be slain in the rooms of these underground hallways.
They dragged the monarch of darkness forcibly, even if he struggled, heavily tied in chains and ropes.
"At my mark" said the executioner "One, two, three!"
SLASH! SHING!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!!"
Blood had been spilled. Alexaneder was slashed to death. His corpse was burned in a furnace, a standard practice of the old days to hide any evidence of dead bodies. The Elite Core cleaned the room, and threw the ashes of Alexaneder in a toilet, where they were flushed away.
The King of the Shadows was no more.
Still, Willihiam sobbed. He had sent his own brother to be knifed to death!
He looked at the window, night winds blowing, and reflected. He served his people. And, if Alexaneder was King of Fornoire, the nation in entirety would've been thrown into chaos. He could not risk that.
Yet, he had murdered a close relative to keep Fornoire in calm.
"My feelings don't matter" the King thought "It was for my country, and thousands more dead is significant contrary to one soul dying. Sacrifies are needed in life. I must sacrifice once more"
But was it really the best decision? Who could tell?
"Release a statement, saying that I was testing the security system of the government in a surprise to prevent another coup" Willihiam ordered, crying a little bit, yet crushed in the inside.
"Yes, your Majesty"
It was done. Fornoire was saved.