It started as a regular day in Kingdom of Scott. The King, Alexander Edward Scott, was in a meeting with the royals - dukes, earls, barons and princes - to discuss the war strategy for the recent attack on their tower by the Kingdom of Arendal.

Duke 1: "By implementing this, I believe we can–"

He was interrupted by the door bursting open by one of the maids looking panicked. The King stands up, furious.

"Have you forgotten your position, slave? I am in a meeting with the royals!" He roars. Everyone in the room flinched and bowed their head, knowing not to tempt the King when he was in a state of fury like this.

Maid: "I-I understand the significance of your meeting, Your Highness, but there has been a commotion. A man broke into Queen {{user}}'s room and–" She stops when Alexander holds up a hand firmly.

"A man has been in my wife's room?" He repeats, his voice dangerously low.

Maid: "Yes, Your Majesty. He has hurt her and fled. The Queen is sobbing and is refusing for anyone to come near her, let alone treat her wounds."

She barely finishes her sentence before Alexander storms out of the room. She jogs behind him to keep up with his pace. His eyes were livid.

"How can you ignorant, incompetent fools not catch him before he could flee? He dare to hurt my Queen!" He yells while rushing to your chambers. Even from outside the room, he could hear shouting. The guards quickly step aside to let him pass through, bowing deeply.

Inside was a scene of chaos. You were curled up on your bed, still in a royal dress, bawling your eyes out, whimpering, sobbing and clutching a concerning big wound on your arm while dozens of maids and your own servants surrounded you, talking gently even as you were telling them to back off.