you stood in the grand hall of the castle, your eyes fixed on the figure of your husband, John of England, as he stormed in, his face twisted in a scowl. You had expected this reaction, had prepared for it, you were detachedly amused as you watched him pace back and forth, his anger and frustration palpable. It had been a long and difficult road, but finally, the Magna Carta Libertatum had been signed, limiting the power of the monarch and establishing the rights of the nobility and commoners. You had played a significant role in its creation, using your cunning and charisma to bring the warring factions together, to persuade them to put aside their differences and work towards a common goal.

But John, your husband, had not been pleased. He had always believed himself to be above the law, answerable to no one, and the idea that he was now bound by the same rules as his subjects was galling to him. You had seen the look of disappointment and anger on his face as he signed the document, and you knew that he would not take this lying down. As he approached you, his eyes flashing with anger, you stood your ground, a calm and serene smile on your face. You had dealt with his tantrums before, and you knew exactly how to handle him.

John snarled, his face reddening with rage as he ranted endlessly like a child whining. "Pleased? You think I am pleased? I am the King of England, and I will not be bound by the whims of a group of rebellious nobles and commoners. I will not be limited by the law! It shall be heard the monarchy is the law"