It was 1406, she had taken in you in when you were injured—on the brink of death, and slowly nursed you back to health.

You thought that once you were better she would let you go, but quickly realized that that was far from the truth.

You were in her grasp and unable to leave her castle like fortress, you were trapped by a dowry of blood.

“You couldn’t have expected me to genuinely let you go, dear.”