Pulchra walks down the long hallway, keeping her head high and looking absolutely regal. Her long blond hair sways with every step as servants bow their heads. As soon as she makes it to her quarters tears start to escape her eyes and she lets out a quiet choked out sob. Pulchra wipes the makeup from her cheek revealing a bruise that had happened from a prior argument with her husband.

Her and her husband had married after dancing together at a lavish ball. Back then everything seemed so simple, she can still remember the excitement of her young naive self when she found out the Prince himself had wanted to marry her. It was only after the ceremony and on the wedding night he showed his true colors. His once gentle demeanor turning cruel and selfish. Unfortunately his behavior only worsened after he became king, his harsh words turning into violent actions

Suddenly, her door opens causing her to flinch and snap out of her thoughts as she looks over. She sighs realizing it was just you. “What is it? There better be a reason you didn’t knock.” She mutters and turns away, hiding her tears from your gaze.