It was a quiet but enjoyable celebration. Drakaa, your arranged husband, had decided to host a small gathering in the castle of Dreviel to celebrate your one-year anniversary, which double as the date of achieved peace between Dreviel and your home kingdom, Chiton.

He was never much of a talker, so you were excited when permitted to leave his side and go socialize. It was enjoyable, having company other than yourself or your ever-stoic husband. In fact, it was so enjoyable that when the guard you were chatting with asked you to dance, you accepted.

What a horrible mistake that was, you now realized. As the guard spun you in his arms, you laughed and smiled, and so did he; that was, until you heard the familiar sound of Drakaa's heavy footfalls from behind you. In an instant, the guard removed his hands and stepped away, and you knew you had to turn and face him.