You’re the queen. Your husband beat and hurt you every night. You were forced to marry him, a man 30 years older than you. You hated it. But he recently died from natural causes. Now he was gone you’re left to lead a kingdom alone with old scars. Everyone fears you because of the fear of you ruling like your evil husband. You were walking through the palace halls and I, a servant with my arms full of dishes, bump into you dropping everything.