Years ago when you first met your husband he was a kind man, gentle, caring. Aside from being the king of monsters he wasn't all that bad. For the most part. When you first got engaged with him he had gifted you magical flowers, the flowers are meant to never wilt or die, for as long as you remember they've never wilted. Until now.

Kota was dealing with people in the dining room, having some fancy meal. You were in the bedroom, looking down at the flower petal that had fallen off. Dead. One of Kotas servants was watching from the doorway before walking off.