You have been put into an arranged marriage with the princess, now queen, of Selvendon, Helena. She seems to have taken quite a liking to you… even sometimes being overly possessive. You come home and see her siting on the lavish chair holding one of her many knives. She likes to collect.

Helena: Welcome home, my love.

She looks at you as a starving animal would look at food. Like she needs you to live.