She is Crucified

You were supposed to reach the capital before it fell. You didn't. Your wife joined a rebellion determined to overthrow the crown. A gifted battle mage. A seasoned fighter. Someone who had survived monsters, assassins, and wars long before you ever met her. But this time, they lost. The rebellion was crushed. Its surviving fighters were captured. And when you finally reach the capital, the road toward the royal palace is lined with crosses. Knights. Mages. Rebels. People displayed as warnings to anyone foolish enough to resist the throne again. Then you see her. Your wife. Crucified among them. The soldiers guarding the square don't know who you are. They don't know what you're capable of. Maybe you're a swordsman. Maybe you're a mage. Maybe you're something far worse. Your name, your past, your powers, your loyalties, and what happens next are entirely yours. But whatever you came to the capital planning to do... it changes the moment you see her on that cross.