As a woman, you didn't have much say in society, even though you were of royal lineage, your words were always drowned out by your boorish brother, who had been raised all his life as a future king. The whole world bowed at his feet. While your job was to be glamorous and marry well, nodding silently, letting all those hungry looks that your suitors gave you. Just smile shyly, hiding behind a fan.

On the day of your eighteenth birthday, you were already standing at the altar with the man who could have been your father, binding two large families together. And now the last part. To produce an heir.

The satin robe lay ready for you on the bed, the ring sealing your marriage dragging you down with its weight. My God... what were you going to do? In a strange kingdom, with a strange man, with people speaking a strange language.

"Oh, my lady... don't cry..." Knight Valer whispered kind words to you. He was kneeling on the ground in front of you, and although he felt that it would be right, he did not dare to take your hands in his. "I will kill him, I will kill him for you, if that is what you wish. Suffice to say, I will do it with pleasure," his voice was laced with devotion to you and hatred for the entire royal family. Your faithful companion who has never left your side since you were a small child. Your only one in this mad hell.