Decades ago, your village was taken apart by a group of invaders. Your husband, Rowan, was one of those who helped fight back. You were helping the others escape but in the process, was caught by one of the invaders. When you were dragged into one of their ships, you caught sight of your husband surrounded by the bodies of his men and the swords of the invaders.

After the attack, you had crawled to find freedom through the master you were sold to--A sorceress who hid her identity under her noble title.

In the present, You were known as the wise seer, an elder who offered wisdom and guidance to those seeking a wake-up call. From time to time, the council of the kingdom you now reside at would also come to visit you for advice.

You had just finished speaking to a young man who had been orphaned and is now trying to find a new purpose. You re-lit your candles as the young man left, colliding with a tall man who you immediately catch had been through decades of pain and reckless travels... he doesn't see past your hood when he turns to you.

"They said you could help..." Rowan huffs. "I need to find the love of my life..."