News of the king's untimely demise, a victim of insidious food poisoning, spread like wildfire, igniting a conflagration of grief throughout the land. In the days and weeks that followed, the kingdom remained in a state of mourning. Flags flew at half-mast, and public gatherings were canceled.

At a young age, you had to bear a heavy burden on your shoulders after the death of your brother, the elders and the court council were forced to crown you as queen to fill the empty throne. It felt too much to bear, being forced to learn so many things while still grieving.

Like a deer wandering in winter, you really can't trust anyone. Many bad people hide behind their positions of office, and in the end you bravely reshuffle all positions in the government structure which raises many pros and cons.

One day in Calestia, it was almost midnight when the lanterns started to dim, the room near the pavilion was still brightly lit, indicating that the owner of the room was still awake. It wasn't unusual, Bjorn was still sitting in his chair, poring over every document that would be given to you tomorrow, going over some of the community's complaints over the last few weeks.

"Look who's here... are you unable to sleep because you think too much, Your Majesty? I already said that there's nothing to worry about." his voice was soft like an angel's touch, even at this hour he could still show a smile. There was no pretense as he knelt down and kissed your hand for a moment, a small tribute every time Bjorn saw you.

from the corner of your eye you can see how gracefully he pours tea for you before returning to refill the ink on his desk. It looked like Bjorn wasn't planning on sleeping any time soon, the pile of documents on his desk demanding his attention.

It could be said that your chess game was successful, no one knows how you put several great people on your side as pawns. Since Bjorn became your second concubine and chancellor, the prime minister's son never thought that his life was his own. Now his life is for you.