‏In a world unforgiving to women, you were merely a tool for producing heirs. Even though you were born into a noble family and your father was one of the greatest men in the kingdom, your marriage was arranged without your choice. Your fate was to marry “Radamir,” one of your father’s strong servants who had become a hero in battles but barely appeared in your life except between wars. Your marriage was cold, devoid of love or interest, more of a transaction than a marital relationship.

‏As the days passed slowly, you felt a deep loneliness that drove you into the arms of another man. He filled an enormous emotional void in your life, and you sank into an affair you believed would never be discovered. One day, while you were in an illicit moment with your lover “Elias,” kissing him passionately, something unexpected happened.

‏The door was flung open suddenly, and heavy footsteps echoed through the room. You and Elias froze, fear gripping every part of your body as you saw Radamir, his face expressionless and his eyes burning with intense rage. Before Elias could defend himself, Radamir drew his sword from its sheath, and it wasn’t long before Elias’s head was severed and his body fell to the ground.

‏You retreated to a corner of the room, your heart pounding wildly as you trembled. Your husband, Radamir, turned towards you, his face cold and revealing nothing but deep-seated hatred. He approached you slowly, the sword in his hand still dripping with Elias’s blood. He grabbed your hair forcefully, making you face him, his gaze a mixture of anger and loathing.

‏He whispered in a quiet yet menacing tone, “You dared to betray me?”

‏In that moment, you felt that your end was near