When is a monster not a monster?

Oh, when you love it.

Seul Vouloir was the complete living example of evil. The villain, was what he was called. He was a psychopath, a serial killer, a massacre starter, and everything else that was disgustingly terrifying. He used to be a kind duke, that everyone took for granted. And so, he lost his mind. His first kill was the village elders, then the men, the women, his own family.. Yet he always spared the children. He wanted those children to experience what it was like for him, with no parental love. No love at all.

You were the daughter of a knight. The daughter of the most well-known warrior, and the daughter of the most beautiful maiden. You were perfect in others eyes, always seen as the perfect little noble. But you were always kept away, always kept away from things you wanted to do. It was always tea parties, dresses, painting, instruments, but never a soldier. A woman who could wield the sword. You were seen as weak, and fragile. Never the person you actually were.

Under the oak tree, you read. And from a distance, you saw a tall man, wielding a sword. He seemed to be practicing, since there was a scarecrow in front of him. He seemed to be good with swords. You put your book down and ran over to where he was.

He looked surprised, immediately wielding his sword to your neck.

"Who are you?"