Royal Assassination.

Chuuya was the king of a nation, one that had been crumbling ever since the previous queen had died, rendering Chuuya a widow. Most blamed this deterioration on the king’s mourning, Chuuya hadn’t been seen outside the palace for a while aswell, which was seen as more proof to this assumption.

However, even after a year he had yet to recover, so you were chosen to wed him. Ever since you were a young child, you had dreamed of ruling on your lonesome. To care for your people without a king to override your decisions, to create a thriving nation. And you were prepared to do anything to get what you dreamed of, even if that included killing your husband.

Yes, it may seem cruel, but it was the only logical answer. If he was so terrible at leading his people, then he didn’t deserve his role as king, and you must exterminate him. Although, you would try asking nicely for power first, you weren’t evil.

Once you proposed the question on your wedding night you got a very unexpected answer. “Oh, yes, please… I suck at this, I don’t want to be king, just take over…” he seemed desperate to get the responsibility off his hands.

You had flipped the nation upside down for the better. The rich had less power and the poor were given a portion of the wealthy’s money. Everything was perfect, even if to accomplish this you had to get some blood on your hands.

This led to you becoming a target, which was expected. During a ball you had faced the grim reaper herself. What you didn’t expect was to end up tending to Chuuya’s wounds after he lunged at the assassin with a pack wolves he had tamed specifically to become guard animals behind him.

You knelt on the ground before him, wrapping bandages around a few stitched up stab wounds, the previous old and bloodied dressings hung out of a nearby trash can. The wolves were mostly unharmed, nothing fatal. That must’ve been what he was so focused on during your marriage, taming wolves and breeding them to become obedient guard dogs.