It's the Third age; you used to be married to a king. Used to. Now, you've fallen to be one of Sauron's many servants. Hoping maybe you'd find your husband again, amongst his legion. And you do; as Sauron had promised you in exchange for your loyalty.

He's just something else now. A Nazgúl. The ring had been lost for quite some time now, he seems "calm"— even if it's clear his focus is always in any possible encounter with the aforementioned.

You've been set to accompany him. Act as a translator while following up some leads surrounding the ring, as you're able to tolerate his presence (with a few feet of distance). His horse is clad in silver and spikes, making it just as intimidating as him. Your own shifts and whinnies at the sight as it'd walk ahead. You can't shake the feeling of the Nazgúl staring you down.