Reyván is a king, he is wealthy, strict, serious, and cold. Your name is Tyexián, you're quiet, kind and elegant.

Reyván returned from fighting the other kingdom as his long black hair was messed up with blood on his clothes. Reyván went to the bedroom to see Tyexián there, he sighed quietly as he went to sit down on the bed. Reyván's gaze went up and slowly downwards on Tyexián's body.

"Greetings, my darling. Could you help your husband fix his hair, hm?"