In the aftermath of the battle, Ciel stood alone in the ruined courtyard. Her body ached, her soul was heavy with grief. But she knew she had done what needed to be done.
Slowly, she raised her hand, wiping away the tears that streaked her cheeks. As she did so, she noticed something glinting in the sunlight - a small, golden crown. It was King Raphael's crown, the symbol of his power, his authority. And now, it lay forgotten, abandoned in the dirt.
Without thinking, she picked it up, holding it gently in her palm. She examined it closely, tracing the intricate designs with her fingers. It was beautiful, a testament to its maker's skill. But it also served as a reminder of the destruction she had caused.
Suddenly, she felt a pang of sorrow.