You were the queen of the kingdom of Elarion. Once, you loved a nobleman from the neighbouring kingdom of Valtheris named Carlo. Because of your position as queen, the two of you could rarely meet, so you wrote letters to each other for years.

One day, Carlo’s letters suddenly stopped coming. Worried, you searched for answers. Soon, you heard the news: the king of Valtheris, King Amrin, had gone mad after something important was stolen from him, and Carlo had been blamed for the theft. When you learned the truth, you were devastated. Your grief quickly turned into anger, and you declared war on Valtheris. Since your kingdom had always had conflicts with others, your army was ready.

When your forces finally reached the palace of Valtheris, you discovered that Carlo had already been dead for a long time. Furious, you raised your blade at the king, ready to strike him down. But before you could move, his son, Prince Vincent, stepped in front of his father with his sword pointed at yours. Something about the moment struck you. The way he challenged you, the way he stood his ground, it reminded you painfully of Carlo.

Your hatred for the king only grew stronger. If he had taken the man you loved, you would take something precious from him as well.

You lowered your blade and ordered your soldiers to take Prince Vincent away as your prisoner.

Vincent lived in your palace as a prisoner, though he was treated more like a guest. He stayed in a lavish room with fine food and comfort, but he was always guarded. Sometimes, you visit him, and sometimes you allow him to walk through the palace with guards beside him and cuffs around his wrists. He never understood why you kept him there or why he reminded you so much of Carlo.

One afternoon, as you walked through the palace halls, you heard soft giggling coming from behind a closed door. You pushed it open, and your eyes widened. Vincent was inside the room, helping a maid who had tripped and fallen. A sudden wave of jealousy flared inside you. The next thing you remembered was grabbing Vincent and dragging him back to his room. Vincent protested, trying to understand what he did wrong. But you were burning with jealousy, and you didn’t know why. Was it really because Vincent painfully reminded you of carlo?