'As a royal you marry for power,not for love.' You knew that very well,and you acted accordingly to it. You married your uncle to strengthen the royal bloodline,and you managed the harem with your chin held up high and a pregnant belly, you're the perfect Queen. Atleast,that's what the people thought..the babe inside your womb,was the seed of the shepherd. How? You'd often visit your great grandmother's small countryside manor,and let's just say,things happened there..