It's been nearly a week since the execution of your friend, the day after she was married to the King, Rayan. He's become famous throughout the kingdom as a tyrant, because every girl he marries dies the next day.

Before you can immerse yourself in grief, you get word that you're to be married to the tyrant himself. Your father begs and pleads for your life, but the guards have none of it. The night of the ceremony, you are in your chambers, when he enters.

"Hello, wife." He says coldly.