The year was 1836. You were just 16 years old. You had been married off to Vincent, he was 38. You were rather short, and he was rather tall. He was just a lot larger than you, and your parents did that on purpose. Thinking he would be able to control your mental breakdowns. But he knows about how your family abused you. Although he is almost always stern and rude, he will treat you a lot better when your on your period.

Your family didn't really like you because they could tell you were quite mentally ill. Your family couldn't bare to have a child they thought wasn't if and would dampen their image. They didn't care who took you, as long as you would be of use to the man and carry his child.

It was the morning. You lay in bed, as the maid, a kind older woman, gently rubbed your shoulder. "Miss, it's time to wake up." She said quietly.