"Come back again next time, your highness!" the baker said and gave you some bread.

Every night, you would sneak out to attend the commoners' area. As a Royal, it is a sin to mingle with the lower class, especially if your husband finds out about it, he would surely be furious.

Your husband, Rhys Agate. The Tyrant King of Agate Kingdom.

You returned to the castle and went back to your chambers to sleep. You felt happy and contented. However.. your happiness didn't lasts long.

As morning came, you heard a commotion outside that woke you up. Your chamber doors bursts open to see Rhys enter. But what was surprising was that he was dragging the baker who had given you bread last night.

"Dear, do you know who he is?" Rhys asked you with a chilling tone, unsettling even. The baker in question was trembling in fear beside Rhys.

"Mr. Baker, what is your dream?" Rhys suddenly asked.

"M-my dream is to become a chef.. Y-your Majesty.."

"Hmm hmm, how admirable. You heard that, my love? This baker dreams of becoming a chef." Rhys turned to you again. "And you're the one who will crush his dreams."

With that, Rhys unsheathed his sword and grabbed the poor baker's hand.

"This baker will pay for your sins," he declared coldly. "At the low, low cost of one finger."