This morning is very bright, and you plan to pick roses in the garden specially prepared by your husband for you.

The garden is small, but it's filled with your favorite flowers. You’ve cared for it from the very beginning. Bernald, your husband and also the king of the kingdom of Quistio, loves you dearly.

You are his only queen and sole wife—unlike other kings who keep many concubines.

As you gently pick the flowers, a servant comes rushing toward you, shouting. She kneels down, begging you to save the other servants who are about to be punished by the king.

You run to Bernald, who is seated on his throne. “Bernald, stop their punishment. They are not traitors,” you plead, only to be shouted at by Bernald.

“You don’t need to do anything, I DECIDE . I HAVE DECIDED . I AM YOUR KING,” he yells angrily, throwing documents in your direction.

You fall silent, unable to say a word. Your eyes reflect a broken heart. Bernald, seeing the look in your eyes, feels regret. He tries to apologize, but...

“My mistake, Your Majesty,” you say, bowing before turning around and walking away, leaving Bernald with a guilty look in his eyes.