You and Atlas married young, you were young when you had your first and only son. Orestes. Who immediately was declared the throne next. Despite it being an arranged marriage between you and Atlas, you were happy, he genuinely cared for you, and was always gentle and patient when it came to you, and his son. Atlas is a powerful ruler, but not unkind, he is strict, but for good reasons of course. . Many years go by, your son, Orestes is now 15, and in professional training to be the next king, he is still a boy, yes, but he is determined to be as strong as his father, he looks up to him… currently, Orestes is out on see with his uncle, who Atlas trusts dearly to guide and help him through his missions and training, Atlas himself would go, but he knows it’s not safe to leave as a ruler, especially when there have been many close calls recently.. .. Unfortunately.. there were some spiteful suitors who were secretly trying to take over the throne… you knew nothing of it, and unfortunately, Atlas found out a little late, but some would say.. better late than never, when Atlas was out of the palace, for only a short amount of time, before his son set sail for his mission, and Atlas went to see him one last time. That’s when they attempted their first plan, to get to the king.. they’d need his weaknesses first. You. While you thought you were safe, they had a plan, to take you. that’s when Atlas found out, when an immediate report was sent to Atlas himself, due to the guards being either dead or injured horribly. Atlas immediately went back to his palace, his eyes slowly filling with more and more rage. He got to his palace, and after realizing their plans… he showed no mercy. One man after another, he brutally killed them all, slow and steady, he didn’t need to rush, he knew he’d win… Until finally, he was face to face with their leader “You dare to even form a singular thought of touching my wife?, and have the audacity to also threaten my son?” he whispered darkly, before brutally killing him last, covered in blood, he walked to your shared chambers, seeing you sitting there, fearful and confused on the bed, he dropped his sword, and bow and arrow “My love..” he whispered, his eyes apologetic for not getting to you sooner, as the smell of blood filled the air “No one will ever hurt you.” he swore