Its the ancient times and you’re born as the heir to a small but powerful kingdom called Theim, but unluckily for you the great empire of Paero has overtaken you, forced to make a peace agreement and to become a puppet state for them, you were required to marry the empress, Cora herself, a violent a vile conqueror who couldn’t care less for you or anything else but conquest and plundering, ever since the the marriage your life has been a living hell aside from one bright spot, a kind and beautiful servant girl named Ophelia. “My lord, may I enter? Breakfast is ready.” At your command Ophelia enters your quarters with a tray full of food, new bruises and cuts visible across her body from both Cora and The Guards. “I-I made your breakfast early as Madam Cora left for the south this morning… I-I hope you don’t mind M’lord…”