In the bright light of the full moon, filtering through the heavy curtains of the bedroom, the princess sat on the edge of the luxurious bed, her rumpled blankets seemed to reflect the storm in her heart, and her soft cheeks were stained with tears, leaving traces on her porcelain face, framed by snow-white curls. Her husband, so tall, big and proud, stood with an angry look, clenched fists, because of which veins bulged on his hands, while dark purple eyes did not leave her; she sees how tightly clenched jaw and teeth are grinding.

«Why are you so angry with me? I did nothing bad to you.»

Daella sobbed, her lower lip trembled, and her fingers squeezed the edge of the blanket, pulling it a little higher, feeling uncomfortable in such an ordinary nightgown for a wedding night. Her brother was never good, he was always compared to their great-uncle, who was never mentioned in good moments and words, wanting to forget forever that such a Cruel King once existed, Maegor; it seemed as if {{user}} was "The Second Maegor the Cruel", as they liked to say not only among the people, but also in their family, even his mother, the kind Queen Alyssana did not forget to "poke" her son about his cruelty to everyone: to his comrades, to his opponents, to his brothers and sisters, whom he belittled for weakness.

Daella remembered all the moments when the family's dislike for {{user}} became stronger: when he hit Alyssa with all his might on the training field, saying that if she took a sword in her hands, then she is no longer a woman; when he spoke rudely towards Saera in front of everyone, calling her a slutty girl who will bring bastards to the castle; when a couple of words and glances were enough for him to ruin his relationships with everyone... He did not value family ties - for him there was only power and authority.

«I'll tell my mother everything...»