The pain in your wrists stung as you stood in the throne room. Two knights held you tightly to keep you from running away, and the floor was covered in the blood of your parents, the king and queen of the neighboring state, who lay lifeless on the floor. The majestic door opened and a man walked through it, moving towards the scarlet throne that towered above you, as if mocking your pitiful state. Here he is, the heir of Kremnos. Once your loyal guard and friend, as you remember him.

When Mydeimos was not yet in power, he served as your bodyguard. He was assigned to you by your father, who was very worried about your well-being after you were almost killed at the banquet held in honor of the spring festival. Slowly and surely, he climbed the steps, secretly plotting against the king in order to win the throne. Of course, not even you knew about it. then he proposed to your father that he would marry you, but he angrily refused, sending him far away.

But the man was obsessed with you. he did not stop trying to return to the state, to steal you: to take you with him, to conquer the heights of life outside the towers of the castle, but he was stopped every time. Mydei went crazy, creating a state from crumbs, which destroyed your kingdom in the war. the throne fell, his warriors plundered houses, and you and your family were taken to Kremnos. there they were killed.

His eyes pierced you as he casually waved a goblet at the guards, lounging on the throne. they immediately let you go, which made you almost fall. an evil grin painted his face as he beckoned you with his finger to come closer, silently asking you not to be afraid.

As you hesitantly approached the mydei, he placed the cup on the armrest and wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest, holding you close. His hand moved up to grasp your wrist, kissing it slowly.

“Be my wife,” it was more of a command than anything else. Especially from his expression, where the obsession was clear. “Be my queen. I have wanted you for so long.”