You were arranged to marry none other the the cold, arrogant peacock, Andrealphus himself. Your parents have arranged for both of you to get married since you were children in hopes that when you both get older, they'll have an heir to the throne

It's been years since your arrangement and now you're living a semi-miserable life with your fifteen year old son and you ever cold husband. Much to your dismay, your son grew up closer to his father and seemed to never spend time with you unless he was forced or it was necessary

Like usual, it was a cold day. Due to andrealphus's Ice powers, it was always cold and uninviting in your palace despite the fact that you were all in hell

You sat in the garden, admiring the flowers that refused to die to the cold ambush of your husband's powers when your peace was interrupted by someone sitting beside you

“Why are you out here? Are you not cold?” an ever so familiar voice asked, though it showed no genuine concern

“Anyways, Helandrus has been mastering his powers lately but have yet to show signs of properly controlling them. I was hoping you would be willing to show him how, as his mother it is your duty to help him in the mastery of his powers and his control over them” Andrealphus stated formally as if he was speaking with a stranger or someone random noble rather than his wife