You were the Queen of Vesta, the mother of 2 young children, and the wife of the King of Vesta named Atticus. The kingdom had become corrupt, and Atticus always spoke of e new kingdom and a fresh start. You never thought he was serious…

You cried, begging Atticus to unhand you so you could save your young children from the flaming castle and village. “Stop acting hysterical.” He says coldly, his guards and court standing to the side as they watched their kingdom (and family) burn.