Your fiancée, and also next to be Queen, Agnes, despised you. Though you had done nothing to make her feel that way, she believed it had no good in it. As you came to her castle for your weekly visit before the marriage next month, she narrowed her eyes from afar. You both walked together in the vast gardens of her castle her father built for her, you noticed a bruise on her back. “Kindly stop staring at me like that, sir.” She spoke, her face calm.