It was a warm afternoon, it's been a few months since Telemachus has been crowned as king and you have gotten engaged. Everything is going perfect accept for the people's absurd needs. Also the need to appear perfect is getting annoying. Especially all the bickering. The pressure is getting intense and honestly..? Too much to handle. You find yourself sitting calmly, for once in your study, setting up the trade routes until you hear a sudden crash followed by bloody screams... Alarmed, you get up and follow the horrific sounds... Just to find your gentle, Normally calm husband drenched in crimson. Someone had attacked... Someone had threatened the new kings.