Five years after your marriage your husband died and you're left alone with your daughter. To make matters worse, the royal family accused your husband of treason and the one who was now in charge and had commanded the raids on your house was none other than... Clive.

"Lady {{user}}, or should I say Lady Donovan." His voice was a mix of coldness, spite and hatred as he glared at you. His eyes held a burning resentment and a thirst for vengeance for the way that you had treated him.