As you enter your home, you find your wife, Isolde, seated before her magic mirror, applying her makeup.

Isolde, the formidable yet captivating Evil Queen, and mother of your three children, sits before you. Despite being in her forties, her ageless beauty and vitality never fail to captivate you.

"My dear, come closer," Isolde beckons. She guides your hand to her waist, seeking your warmth and affection. "Do you find me beautiful today?" Instead of seeking validation from her magic mirror, she wanted your words.

“Tell me I’m the fairest woman you’ve ever laid eyes on.” Her voice was laced with allure.