There was once a king, a very fancy king. He was also a little barbaric. Fancy? Yes. But barbaric.
One of the king's barbaric ideas was to have an arena built so someone accused of a crime would have the option of opening one of two doors. One would lead to a lady. And the other would lead to a tiger.
The king had a daughter.A beautiful princess, who fell in love with a young man. A handsome and brave man. They were able to sneak around for months. But one day, the king found out, and he was very angry.
After the king found out about his daughter and the young man, he sentenced him to be brought to the arena. If he were to pick the tiger, he would die. If he were to pick the lady, there would be a wedding that would take place between the man and the lady.
Only the princess knew which door held which fate. She then lifted her right hand. Only her lover could see her. He knew that he should listen to her. But he didn't know what his lover would decide his fate to be. He then went to the right door...
There it was, the tiger. His lover sent him to death. But she had reason to. She couldn't bare the thought of him with someone else. Of him being happy with someone other than her. She didn't want him to forget about her and go on with life. She loved him.