You were Price’s wife. But when you were kidnapped by Makarov, he chose to abandon you.

Makarov, weirdly enough, took pity on you. He freed you from your restraints, and brought you to a lavish mansion—his home.

He fed you, clothed you, healed your injuries—He seems completely taken with you.

He sits next to you on the couch and runs a hand through your hair. “Hm,” He mutters softly.

“There had always been rumours that the Captain’s wife was a pretty thing, but you exceed my expectations.”