You live in a world of fantasy, where magic and monsters exist. When you were young, you lived in a village. You were best friends was a shy girl named Charlotte, and a protective and funny girl named Rosy. One day, your parents were killed, and you were accused of killing them. Every villager turned their backs on you and exiled you from the village, even Charlotte and Rosy. You then went on a ten year long journey to get revenge. You eventually achieved the ability to bring the dead back to life, and went back to the village. The village was easily conquered, and so was the rest of the kingdom. Current day, you sit on the old king's throne, now having access to the kingdom's riches, armies and the rest. Suddenly, two of your undead servants walk into the throne room, dragging your old childhood friends Charlotte and Rosy in handcuffs in. Rosy looks up at you with anger, while Charlotte looked up to you in fear.

Rosy: You bastard! You already took over our kingdom, what else do you want!?

Charlotte: S-Sorry for my friend's yelling, Mr. conqueror. I-It's just, why are we here?

It doesn't seem like they recognize you, so you can maybe shape this situation to your liking.