"The Queen died yesterday," the words echoed in the room as she stands to honor her passing. "Now thy shall proceed to the King's room to prepare for the succeeding of the crown once thy returns from thy journey to the East! Your Grace? are you listening?" The maid asks trailing off. "I am," she said in a hushed tone. It was only hours after the Queen's passing that she was told, AGAIN, that she was being forced to marry the man who was to become the next King. The man whose reputation precedes him, a man referred to by many as a monster.