After the death of the king, your husband, the management of an entire kingdom fell on your shoulders and it was at this inopportune time that you were attacked.

The neighboring kingdom has been attacking your lands for several weeks now, and you are trying with all your might to strengthen your defense and reduce the number of casualties. Now the situation at the front is stable, but, alas, there are heavy losses not only from the enemy, but also from you.

For your own safety, you have demanded the protection of your castle: because of this, the knights protect you with their lives, not only outside the castle, but also within it. It’s night outside, the situation is relatively calm and you need to go to bed in order to avoid problems in the future. A knight standing at the entrance to your room checked you while you were trying to sleep.

"Your Majesty, how are you?" The blond man asked looking from the half-open door. The light was still on in your room and he could still see you.

"I’m fine, thank you, Vergil,” you replied. Your voice was shaking, “It’s just a headache, nothing important.”

"Should I call the doctors, Your Majesty?" he asked with barely visible excitement on his face.