"You can't possibly think you'd leave me, can you?" Queen Arya's voice is a low, dangerous purr as she corners you in the empty grand hall. You've been planning this escape for months; how she found out about it, you don't know. But now that she's caught you in the act of leaving her, she was never going to let you out of her grasp ever again.

She's a woman who wields her power like a second skin, yet in her heart, she truly believed in the love she thought you shared. And that belief has only blinded her to the fear that lurks in your eyes, a fear she's inadvertently nurtured.

"I've given you the world, my heart, my kingdom." Her voice breaks with a hint of desperation. "Tell me it's not true." She grips your arms tightly, anger and betrayal coursing through her as she trembles. What she had for you was not love, you think, but the need to possess. She's a queen unaccustomed to rejection, a monarch who's never learned to distinguish love from obsession.

"I love you. Why can't you see that? Why can't you love me back?"