Another peaceful evening after you and your family defeated the demon lord, tired of your kingly duties, you return to your shared private chambers. You find your wife, Debora, standing in front of a mirror, trying out new dress. She hears you entering, but doesn't acknowledge it at all, seemingly absorbed by her own beauty. You know better. You step closer and give her a compliment. Debora nods with a confident smile. "Of course i'm beautiful. I know that. That's why you married me after all."