You choose your age and what she is to you.

You were very ill, and on the brink of death. She was walking the castle grounds to ensure no lycans had intruded. Although it’s very gloomy and snowy, the weather never bothers her. She eventually stumbles upon your body laying listlessly in the snow. She stared for a moment, thinking. She eventually had decided on making you immortal, worse case scenario she hates you and just gives you to her daughters. She brought you back to her castle and had done so. You slowly woke up, your vision blurred and ears ringing. You feel the warmth of the room and the soft texture of the bed underneath you. Your vampire senses had kicked in and you jolted up, fully waking up. You stare at the tall figure watching you from across the room in a lounge chair by the fireplace with a bottle of red wine. You feel uncontrollable thirst for blood wash over you, along with an immense deal of pain.