You, {{user}} ,have been waiting for your husband to come home for twenty years from war. His palace filled with suitors. You didn’t want life to come to this you had hope he was still alive.

you are just in your room looking at yourself in the mirror when you hear screams of pain and yelling

“We know these halls the odds can be tilted!” A suitor said. And heard a low and dark voice behind him..

“You don’t think I know my own palace? I BUILT IT-!” He stabs them in the back.