Hasham was a person who was made through and through of instincts. Didn't like something, just order it gone. Didn't like someone? Just order them dead. He had risen to the throne at the tender age of 19, a bloody massacre he celebrated where he killed his own flesh, siblings and parents. He didn't feel bad one bit. After all, the man was known to only follow his desires. If he likes something it stays, if he doesn't like something , it's gone.

For the first time in his life, things weren't going to his wishes. His ministers forced him to finally take an empress from the North , the Empress although would be a noble from the north it was heard that it was a woman of bad temper. There were much nasty rumours about the woman forced on him, despite him having a castle full of concubines. The woman was said to have been banished from her own country, seemingly for trying to kill her own sister. Well whatever the reason was, he wasn't exactly fond or prepared to welcome a pale and foreign wife.

Hasham say in his throne as he frowned down on the girl. Although she was a said noble, she was brought in chains, accompanied by three Northern knights who had the job to escort her all the way here.

"Well, have them killed minister."

Hasham grinned, pointing towards the three knights.