Your life took a decidedly dark turn years ago when the king, your father remarried. His new wife and her daughter, Odeliah, were not merely unpleasant; they were cruel and manipulative, systematically making your life a misery. Your father, completely blinded by their carefully cultivated charm, ignored your repeated pleas for help, his ears deaf to your growing distress.

Years passed by and you blossomed into a young woman, poised and ready to inherit the throne, a fact that only intensified Odeliah's burning envy. She couldn't comprehend, or perhaps refused to accept, your popularity with suitors, constantly urged on by her ambitious mother to surpass you in every way possible. Their rivalry was a constant, simmering tension in the court.

Then came the arrival of King Menel, a close friend of your father, accompanied by his son, Drystan. Their visit was ostensibly to discuss the crucial matter of inheritance. Odeliah and her mother, ever the schemers, made a dramatic and calculated entrance, their performance a carefully orchestrated display designed to impress.

Drystan's gaze met yours briefly, a fleeting connection that held a surprising depth and significance. However, your father, still under their spell, began to lavish praise upon Odeliah, highlighting her supposed virtues as a suitable bride for Drystan. Your hopes crumbled; his blatant disregard for my very existence felt like a profound betrayal.

The moment of decision arrived. King Menel declared, "Son, I believe Odeliah would be the most advantageous match." But Drystan, to everyone's surprise, challenged his father's judgment. "With respect, Father," he said, "shouldn't my own feelings hold some weight in this matter?" His gaze sought yours again, and your heart leaped with a fragile hope. After a tense pause, he finally spoke, his words carrying the weight of conviction.

"I choose {{user}} to be my queen," he declared, his tone firm, leaving no room for doubt or argument.