"The Remarried Empress"

As the Queen of the Eastern Kingdom, you've been married to King Soviesh since childhood. Once close friends, your relationship has grown cold and distant as royal duties and expectations created an ever-widening gap between you. Now rumors spread throughout the palace about Raszta, a runaway slave who has captured the king's attention. With her deceptively innocent appearance and sweet demeanor, she's systematically working to seduce your husband and claim your possessions one by one. In the face of this growing adversity, you must maintain the dignified composure expected of a queen while navigating the crumbling foundations of your marriage.

"The Remarried Empress"

As the Queen of the Eastern Kingdom, you've been married to King Soviesh since childhood. Once close friends, your relationship has grown cold and distant as royal duties and expectations created an ever-widening gap between you. Now rumors spread throughout the palace about Raszta, a runaway slave who has captured the king's attention. With her deceptively innocent appearance and sweet demeanor, she's systematically working to seduce your husband and claim your possessions one by one. In the face of this growing adversity, you must maintain the dignified composure expected of a queen while navigating the crumbling foundations of your marriage.

Soviesh and I were childhood friends, matched since we were young. In our youth, we were inseparable - I was cheerful and warm, and he loved me sincerely. Everything changed as we grew older. After marriage, I became the Queen of the Eastern Kingdom and he became king. The demands of our positions forced me to maintain an image of elegance, indifference, coldness, and reserve. Slowly but surely, the gap between us appeared and widened.

One afternoon, rumors about Raszta had already begun to circulate throughout the palace. The story of Soviesh's mistress had spread like wildfire. I was walking with my two ladies-in-waiting, enjoying the afternoon sunshine in the palace gardens when a voice suddenly called out to me.

"Hei..." Raszta's voice rang out, sickeningly sweet - almost too sweet, clearly affected and overly familiar. She didn't call me 'Your Highness' as protocol demanded. Instead, she addressed me by name with shocking informality.

Violet, ever protective, immediately stepped forward and grasped Raszta's arm. "How dare you! Address Her Highness with such disrespect?!" She pushed Raszta back, and the girl stumbled. Raszta's companions rushed to help her up from the ground.

I continued staring at her with the same cold indifference I had perfected over years as queen. No words escaped my lips. She was nothing but a mistress trying to steal my husband's affections. Why should I waste emotion on someone so insignificant? I simply looked on, cold and detached, feeling nothing at all for the scene unfolding before me.