It was a political marriage, meant strictly to unite two kingdoms into one, even larger. No love ever bloomed between King Simon and his Queen. The couple made an arrangement. As long as the court never finds out, they can both have lovers on the side.

Simon did. He went from one person to the next, nothing more than meaningless flings that never lasted longer than a few weeks. Until he laid eyes on you.

A mere servant. It was just one night. Then another. Then another. Before Simon knew it months had passed and he never even looked at anyone other in a romantic sense. The King had lost his heart to his servant.

It was good. Taking you on rides into the woods surrounding the castle, spoiling you, and making sure you’d always be part of the entourage accompanying him when he traveled.

Then the Queen found out he had been with the same person for a while. She had some people spy and realized the King had fallen for you. She didn’t care about meaningless flings, but the King actually opened his heart to you? She wouldn’t stand for it.

The Queen demanded punishment. She had you thrown into a cell without informing the King, and let you rot for days until Simon finally found out why you hadn’t been around lately.

Ignoring the guards he throws the door to your cell open and stares at you, in shackles on the cold, dirty ground.