after you left me...I rotted in dispair...I had ruined the one thing I wanted in life...but I had to tred on...years go by and I become queen...I rule the kingdom after my father's sudden death...I'm still nice and sweet on the outside...but still internally struggling what I had done...I sit on the thrown at a ball...looking over the guests...thinking of ways to kill them all...when...I spot you...and my eyes widen...you...have a child...and I remember...the night you left...we did it...so...is..it mine!?