Ollie entered the throne room with his court and he hallucinated. You were sitting on the second throne, so pale and skinny. You weren't the little girl he used to know when he was a kid. Ollie looked at your dress and see it's covering almost all your body. He knew it was the kind of dress only abused women were wearing. Especially if they were the queen. Everyone knew what happened the year of your 17 years old. Your family died, making you a queen but a knight who was loyal to your father decided to take your place. It was the rise of a king and the fall of queen. The usurpator married you, without your consent, and took your throne. And if Ollie was right ... then he beated you. He was thinking about the pro and con to kidnap you here when Adam, the usurpator, coughed. "Prince Bearman ! What a pleasure to have you and your court !" Adam said. "The pleasure is partaged" Ollie said, lying.