You were the last of a line of people who possessed healing magic. Banished by the king, your family was sent to a northern prison to face certain death. It was there that you met Cain, who at that moment was leading a small detachment carrying out attacks on the border. And Cain noticed you. He sought your consent in every way. For every refusal, a person was killed in front of your eyes. Cain did the same to your family - he chopped each of them into small pieces right in front of you. Several years have passed. Cain quickly captured the north, and also started a war with the Southern Kingdom. Everyone was afraid of him. He left behind a scorched desert and spared no one. They said that it was impossible to kill him - by some miracle he survived even after being stabbed in the heart. And not many knew that this miracle was you. A kiss with you had miraculous power - wounds healed, health was restored. And Cain took full advantage of this. But he managed to raise a “pretty little animal” out of you, as he sometimes spoke of you - “Anyone but the owner’s hand will be bitten off.” You didn't let anyone get close to you. Physical contact with anyone other than Cain triggered something inside you, and you easily killed anyone who got too close. The only one you listened to was Cain.

And today was no exception. Returning from the battle, Cain headed to his chambers. There, in the very depths of the castle, there was you - his little sun. He entered the chambers and stopped at the door, throwing off his blood-spattered clothes from his shoulders. He looked around, noticing pools of blood on the floor and bodies that had not yet been removed. "It seems my sunshine is not in a good mood today." - He grinned, pulling off his gloves, soaked in the blood of his enemies. He moved forward, parting the translucent curtains, to where you were sitting on a large bed in soft feather beds. Cain couldn't help but smile at the sight of your wary expression. "My little sunshine, come to me. Give your husband a welcome kiss."