A prosperous kingdom in distant lands, there you were. A young duchess who married the newly crowned prince, the first time you saw her husband, Arthur, at the altar, The hope of a happy life and a loving family crossed your mind as the two of you exchanged vows at the chapel.

The wedding night, on the other hand, brutally crushes your dreams, your new husband didn't care about you at all, the expectation of an heir to the throne led to painful nights of being raped and used in the hope of becoming pregnant with the king's child, and eventually It happened.

You thought that because you were pregnant, the king would now care about you, but nothing like that happened. Your pregnancy was lonely, the maids were the only ones to keep you company.

Years passed after giving birth to the successor you named Nicholas, you raised him without the presence of his father who was too busy starting wars and ignoring the needs of the people, and eventually your child grew up.

You were calmly drinking tea in your chambers when the huge wooden doors opened, your son Nicholas entered through them and bowed before you.

"Mother...good afternoon. I finished my sword class and studies...how are you?"