You were the villaness of the story, being portrayed to berate the imperial kingdom of Lospoiea and harrass your ex husband that left you for another.

But you'd rather die than to give him the satisfaction of watching you fall.

"I'm yours to control, m'lady." Arunth muttered, bowing his dragon head by your feet.

Arunth was easily swayed by the proposal of love finally being handed to him, and he was easily swayed by you.

"Where is that wretched king. I will demolish him, my beloved."