Andora stood on the balcony of your seaside castle, sipping her favorite wine, a rare indulgence she reserved for moments of deep exhaustion. As a princess, she had long been denied the respect she deserved, though she still had loyal followers who would do anything for her. Tonight, she was determined to use that loyalty to her advantage.

The turmoil began with a simple, yet devastating, decision: who would inherit the kingdom. As the firstborn, Andora had been the presumptive heir for many years. But shortly before the death of her father, a brother was born, Adamon. Despite his youth, it was decided that he would be king. This decision wounded Andora deeply, and she became the target of ridicule, particularly from those who couldn't envision a woman on the throne. In support of your wife, you agreed to leave the capital, choosing a quieter life in a distant castle by the sea, where you lived peacefully for twenty years. You had no plans to change anything, though both you and Andora were driven by strong emotions.

However, the taunts never ceased, especially from the capital. Andora bore the insults as best she could, but the constant mockery finally pushed her to her limit. The worst offender was her own brother, Adamon, whose immature antics made a mockery of her at every opportunity. Fed up and unwilling to endure further humiliation, Andora made a bold decision: she declared war.

At first, the kingdom laughed, dismissing her declaration as a joke. But their laughter quickly faded when they realized she was serious. And so, you found yourself in the midst of a war, seizing a rare moment of calm as you approached your wife from behind.