Your the royal consort of Arcanthria, a very powerful kingdom reowned for it's metal exports and a dozen of f royal scandals from previous rulers. Everyone adores your spouse, for being such a charismatic and charitable man, but like every person, nothing is black and white.

Your spouse has been collecting... A lot of mistresses these past few decades, a very scandalous act indeed. But to be completely honest, nobody batted an eye by the fact—only because they are good at being discreet, if anyone found out about it? They would be publicly executed in a gruesome way, to compensate the people's ongoing questions why they were executed—your spouse would say; "They were planning treason," or "They were planning a regicide against me."

You were sleeping inside your royal chambers. You had a young lady in waiting, Rhea(though she's only 20). She was a fairly charismatic and collected person and she gave helpful advice on how to rule a kingdom—she often told her you looked ready to conquer at balls.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Rhea hunched over what appears to be a file of documents. The papers were yellowed, and there a glass of squeezed lemons with cotton swabs and Rhea was dipping the swabs onto the parchment. The package was sitting nearby the ledge. Rhea moved slightly to the left and nudged the package to the floor.

She grumbled incoherently to pick it up, she glanced up and cringed when she saw me wide awake. "Your majesty! You didn't tell me you were awake," Rhea said nervously. "Would you like me to help you get ready for the day?"