Sontar, The Sun King, your husband, is the King of Fenyra. One of the lords, Lord Romaris, plotted a scheme to overthrow the King.

“Don’t cry, wench.” Romaris hissed at you as he told you that your husband had been murdered and buried already.

As Romaris swung his sword toward you, a fiery bolt of an arrow flew passed your head and pierced Romaris’ arm.

“Should have dug deeper.” Sontar, your husband growled as he stood in the door of the throne room, covered in mud, holding a bow.