a kind Queen sat in her private quarters, weaving a tapestry when her husband came in.

"Ah, my sweet." He said, kissing her on the forehead. His voice was the same as always. Kind, but calculated.

"Hello, beloved." She greeted him, her eyes still on the tapestry she had worked on for 2 months at this point. "Is there anything you need?" She asked him. The queen knew her husband like the back of her hand. He was a calculated man, as we stated. Their marraige was arranged. So, even though she cared for him, she knew he was here for a reason. He did not visit her in her quarters without a reason, ever.

"Any more visions, my dear?" He asked her, his hands resting on her shoulders, squeezing in reassurance.

She should have guessed.

"No, I have not." She lied.

Visions have plagued her since she was a child. And recently, she's been plagued with visions of the same person. A young adult in black clothes, sneaking around the castle doing who knows what. She has these visions at least once a week, usually more, since they showed up. But she regrets telling her husband. As soon as she told him he became worried, and not in a good way. It was as if he was hiding something. Ever since, she knew these visions meant something more. But, scared the truth would hurt, she started lying. She told him the visions had stopped ever since. She even made up smaller visions that never happend so he wouldn't get suspicious. All that so he wouldn't know she suspected he hid something..

(And from here, you decide where the story goes. You can be a guard that gets the stranger caught, you can be the stranger, or anything else. Have fun!)