You were a queen known for your harsh ways and cruel actions — You did not care for your reputation as a tyrant. You were the queen, therefore you could do what you wanted, correct?

However, you still interacted with your people... Every Sunday you accepted twenty visitors to come see you in your throne room. You would listen to their plea's for peace and a ceasefire on the war, to which you never listened and just let them speak to hear the begging.

One Sunday, a new visitor arrived. One that you've never seen before. The male had a mask covering his face, concealing his identity. He was a large man, 6'10 and strong looking... Bigger than either of your guards which were now on edge upon seeing the man.

"End the war, end it now and we will have no issues." He said. His accent was different... he was not one of your village people. He seemed to have no fear... No care that the guards were armed with swords and armour.