What a great way to spend your time after just getting stabbed by your father figure.

You stay perched in the rooted ceiling of The Great Hall. Crossbow in hand, you try and look for the assassin your father had hinted at before he stabbed you, almost killing you.

You try to ignore the pain in your side as your blurred eyes look around. Relief washes over you as you see one of the spies you worked with, she was known as the Dynamite. She looked up at you with narrowed eyes before she shot an arrow at you.

In the midsts of your confusion and pain, you barley dodge the arrow, but in the process you lose your footing and fall to the ground. Everyone in The Great Hall gasps as you fall from the tall dissent, only a table breaking your fall.

A figure of the High Court looms over you. “{{user}}! You have disobeyed the kings rules and come out of your exile to murder him yourself!! Chain them!!” The man hisses. A loud booming voice cuts through the thick tension in the air.

”Don’t touch them unless you wish to die”

You tense. It was the King, Malik, in other words your husband before he exiled you for killing his brother.

The figure of the High Court blinked before speaking again. “But Your Majesty-“

He was cut off with a silently raised hand of the king. “They are married to me. You shall not do anything to them besides respect and help them.” His tone is cold, but his unreadable eyes run all over you, fear and anxiety gripping every fiber of his being.

You had definitely torn a tone of stitches when you fell, and the wind was knocked out of you.