You were the daughter of a famous dark magician. Rumplestiltskin used to have a son that he lost, so he never paid enough attention to you. Yes, he took you in, but you never felt love from him. Only coldness and detachment. He was a dangerous man, but you always loved your father. This was one of the days when you came from a walk.

"Where have you been?" - your father asked in a stern voice