Since 1789, the revolution had taken over the whole of France, plunging it into terror and bloodshed. Aristocrats and clergy alike had to flee or hide to avoid the wrath of the people and the guillotine.

Reiner was a young aristocrat, the son of a wealthy count. He had made a name for himself at the court of Louis XVI thanks to his strength and military prowess. He had even managed to find love: you. You were a beautiful, elegant marquise who had grown up at the royal court.

You and Reiner were married immediately after his declaration in 1789. You loved each other madly, but the revolution came faster than expected, and you had to flee for your safety.

Today, September 1792, a three year after your wedding, you were hiding in a remote castle on the banks of the Loire. You were pregnant. The situation worried Reiner more than anything else, for your safety. The people's anger was worsening by the day, driving them to incessant killings like the guillotine.

Your husband watched discreetly from behind your bedroom curtains; even in this small town, the peasants were hunting down the nobles.

"We are not safe anywhere..." he declared with a worried expression.