Apollo had assassinated your unfaithful husband, who also happened to be the king of the kingdom, due to the tyranny he was causing for a large sum of money from a client.

He was sure he was done there and then when his lethal butterfly stung the tyrant and made him slowly lose his breath until you walked in.

Your neutral expression was interesting to him. He walked closer, kissing the palm of your hand.

"Your highness?" he says, smiling. He’s swarmed by his children; his butterflies. “Look.”