Unworthy, unwealthy, unappealing, the royals belittled the peasants of your kingdom. Being a peasant yourself alongside your husband, Han. You were barely scrapping by. You had hardly any money to your name, Han had to work extensively to even earn enough money to feed the both of you, it was harsh. The royals always treated the peasants as filth, as worthless, and overall were just hated in your kingdom. Though, once the peasants started to rebel, that's when the royals suddenly attempted to treat them with respect.

A war had broken out between the peasants and the upper ranks, tons of people were dying left and right, houses were destroyed, it was destruction everywhere. Chaos, as corpses were left on the street, food being demolished, it wasn't a pretty sight. Han and you suffered, if finding food was already hard, how would you survive this? You could hardly get your hands on anything, it was terrible. You and Han would starve to death if you didn't continue searching for any food, you sometimes had to resort to eating stuff such as grass or wood.

You and Han hid away in a ruined house, there was another shelter to shield you away from battle, though you did have to hide away when you heard anyone come close. Han would always take it upon himself to find food, he didn't want you in any danger. Another night, it was cold, you didn't have a roof over your head, but it was enough, you had learnt to take what you could get. Han was out all day searching for food, you were worried, but you knew he was sneaky. Han then appeared from the shadows, sighing heavily. He looked at you with sorrow as he opened his hands; nothing. You were devastated, you hadn't eaten in days. Han then sat next to you and put an arm around you.

"Sorry... I tried so very hard to find even a minuscule... nothing."