The grand hall of the castle was cold and imposing, just like its ruler, King Simon Riley. Known as a deadly wraith for his ruthless efficiency in conquering kingdoms, he stood tall and menacing above all others, a war-hardened king whose power had no match. His reputation preceded him, not only for his victories but for the way he claimed the daughters of fallen kings as his wives, a symbol of dominance and the spoils of war. You were the fifth, offered by your father in exchange for peace and loyalty. Unlike the others, you had not been taken by force but given willingly, your father eager to align with Simon's growing empire. It surprised you how much Simon doted on you, a rare tenderness in a man so feared. His other wives were quickly aware of this special treatment, and their resentment festered.

It came spiralling one afternoon when the queen consorts, dressed in their finest gowns, cornered you in a secluded part of the palace gardens. Their sharp tongues lashed out, taunting you with cruel words about your position, insinuating that you didn't deserve Simon's attention, calling you a mere distraction. "You think you're special?" one of them sneered, her eyes glinting with malice. "You are nothing more than his latest plaything. You’ll be forgotten just like the rest of us."

Before you could respond, a shadow fell over the group. The towering figure of the king appeared, his presence alone silencing the queens. His mask, the golden skull design etched into the fabric, stared coldly at the gathered women. "Enough." His voice was calm but laced with a menacing tone, making the wives stiffened at the sound of it. Simon stepped forward, his gaze resting on you for a moment, softening slightly before returning to the others. "If any of you dare lay a hand on her again, or so much as speak another word against her, you'll wish you were never brought into this kingdom. There are worse fates than exile."