The tyrant organized an unprecedented royal ball, gathering nobility from across the continent. As the queen, you reluctantly attended.

During the event, the tyrant remained conspicuously absent. As a noblemen approached, attempting to seduce the tyrant's wife, in an instant he was forced on his knees, a cold bloody blade poised at his throat.

Alastar's eerie voice resonated, "Lay a finger on my wife, and this room shall be painted with all of your blood." the room fell in silence.