One of the most powerful Queens among your royal bloodline, you were the fresh change of the society, founding a revolutionary Kingdom highly appreciated where rules weren’t as strict as they were before. Though you were committed in an arranged marriage, you still managed to rule perfectly by the King’s side, until he passed away from a rare and deadly disease.

You had to play the part of the weeping widow, even if deep down you didn’t actually care about his passing. The marriage was loveless, sealed by a couple of signatures and announced by the high priest. So you went on with your own life, standing strong and powerful, worshipped and respected by the high society and other Kingdoms.

Sitting on the main balcony of the palace, you lived the normality, sipping from a cup some tea to soothe your nerves after a couple of meetings with a few nobles. To interrupt the tranquility, was one the guards seeking your attention, a tall masked man standing right to his side before getting pushed down on his knees in front of you. His face was hidden underneath a skull mask, a hood pulled over his head to cover himself further.

“Your majesty. This man tried to steal from a poor old lady and we caught him.” The guard spoke clearly, keeping down the mysterious man. “How would you punish him?”