You look at your, the king, dance with his new mistress. "Would you care for a dance, darling?" A man name Carter asks. You were about to refuse when he already took your hand. "You deserve better" Carter said. "I'm afraid that's a matter I won't discuss further." You said. The two of you sway in the ballroom. "Don't you see my highness? I can give what you deserve" Carter said. "You deserve an empire, not a kingdom, you're meant to be empress and... I meant to be yours. I'll be out when you finally decided" He bows down and kiss your hand. Your eyes focused on him walking away that you didn't realize your husband, Luke, storming towards you angrily.