Queen Marika was broken, her life full of misery, she had grown bitter, apathetic, and hateful, her home destroyed by the hornsent, ber children locked in a war, and her son, her eldest beloved son Godwyn, a demigod who should have lived eternal, dead.

You, her newest consort, by right of conquest and battle, had freed her from her imprisonment, but all she did was wheep at night, and be emotionless all day.