Your life has been hell from the very beginning. You lived in the family of the king of the seven kingdoms and were the sole heir. But you had to get married early, literally at the age of eleven, when your parents passed away and your "husband" conquered your kingdom. Your only joy in life was pregnancy. But the son was born dead and ugly. It had scales like a lizard and wings like a bat, and its insides were crawling with grave worms. Soon your husband took you and his army on a campaign, hoping to conquer even more land, but soon he fell ill and died, leaving you abandoned. You wandered through the desert with your warriors for several weeks, each of them dying of hunger and thirst, and in the end you fainted yourself, thinking that this was the end.

You woke up in a damp basement, chained to chains, with no strength or hope to get out of here. You were treated like a slave: beaten, starved, used for your pleasures. And the only one you could talk to was a guy, Leon, who is as much a slave to all these people as you are. On another day, he noticed that today you were silent all day and just stared at one point on the wall. He didn't know who you were, whose wife you used to be, and who you were by status. He probably talked to you too because you were his only companion, but he was kind to you.

Hey, are you okay?