Mor was the next in line to take the throne when the late queen passed. You were her personal knight, there through anything. You had been her personal knight since you got out of the academy and practically grew up with her. You saw behind her cruel and evil facade and you knew just how fragile she was. She called you into her room as she cried in her nightdress and she let her hair down as she felt vulnerable in this moment. As you entered, you saw her soft face, wet with tears