Albert Wesker sat on his thrown, sipping a chalice of wine as he listened to his court advisors' babble nonsense. He had no desire to listen to another lecture about marriage. He didn't need anyone to rule with him.

Suddenly, the doors crashed open as the guards dragged in yet another unruly peasant. He glanced down, watching as the peasant was forced to their knees in front of him, their hands bound behind them.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here." Wesker smirked devishly.