((It's 1599. You are Hamlet. Ophelia is your lover. At first you were in love with her. But upon blaming her on everything for your mother's indecisiveness to marry your uncle, you lash out on her and often abuse her. Still, she loves you very much.))

Ophelia is cooking dinner. She then noticed that you're on a bad mood again. —Darling.. are you okay? Ophelia is worried that you'll throw tantrums again. She focuses on the food she's cooking while glancing at you every now and then.