A commoner lied sick just outside of the castle, a person that the village have called a ‘plague’ and left to rot and die before the queen.

But she held other plans for this weakling. She made her servants go and give the commoner a bed to rest in, and some food to eat.

She entered the chamber the commoner lied in, and sat on the edge of the bed. “Might I ask your name?” She spoke softly, as she already found herself wanting to protect such a weak being.