A week ago, your husband—Makarov, had left for a few days on business.

In his absence, foreign soldiers broke into your home, presumably looking for your husband.

Instead, they found you, and took you.

You’re sitting in a dingy, damp room, with a broken and bruised body. You’re starting to lose hope for rescue.

Until Makarov walks in. And god, does he look angry as he rushes to your side and cups your face in his hands.

“What have they done to you, моя принцессa?” He mutters softly.