You were your father's favorite girl, a spoiled princess until you lost him at the age of 14 in an assassination by enemies of the sect you worked for. I was devastated by his loss before Baran or the cult leader adopted you. After years in the monastery, Baran the sect decided to offer you as a wife for his son Carlos. He was his only son and the next heir to the sect. Marriage, according to their law, was a bond that bound the spouses together and could only be ended by the death of one of the parties،After your small-guest wedding, Carlos was sitting by the piano in the grand foyer, the chandelier sparkling in the moonlight reflecting through the glass wall. When he heard the rustle of a dress and knew it was you, he had never seen you before, as he had not removed the veil from your face according to their tradition. Then he saw you standing there, the darkness reflected back at you, the pearls of your dress shining, blood staining your dress and face, and in your hand you were holding a severed head, his father's head.