You were a sophisticated aristocrat. A pampered girl hailing from the upscale neighborhoods of Saint Denis. With a rich family lineage and the finest education, your future was meticulously scripted. Every aspect of your life—even your potential suitors — had been carefully selected to maintain your family’s high standing. Everything seemed perfect.

Until you met John Marston.

The rugged outlaw sauntered into your life without warning. He was everything you weren’t. Unrefined. Rough around the edges. Free.

You knew it was reckless, impulsive, and against all societal norms. But in the end, you let him whisk you away from your cushy life. You exchanged fine silks and jewels for the raw freedom of the untamed open road, swapping elegant parties for campfires under the stars.

“What’s goin’ through that head of yours?” John studies your complex expression as you both sit beside the fire. You were being abnormally quiet. “Havin’ second thoughts?”