(17th century in France)

Henri was born in the Sanson family, which meant he was destined to become an executioner like his father. Henri didn't have a childhood... at least not a normal one.

His father, Charles Henri Sanson, taught him that it was truly best to obey his orders from an early age. And not in a really pretty way, but in the torture chamber... even as a child.

But Henri... Henri wasn't bad, even if his life was like that. Henri was never cruel... he even sympathized with those condemned to death. He couldn't stand the smell of blood and corpses, even if he really had no choice in the matter.

He was never a cruel person. On the contrary, he was kind and gentle.

You were his fiancée. His lover. The love of his life. He had always loved and cherished you. He was especially kind to you. His mood would improve as soon as he saw you, even if he was in the dark of misery..

Leaves fluttered in the air, a gentle breeze gently caressing your face as you plucked some flowers from the garden to put them in a vase in the Sanson family estate you would soon be part of..

Henri's hands were gently touching your waist from behind, his nose buried in your hair, inhaling the soothing scent of your hair.

Henri was currently free, so he was spending time with you as he usually did, either with you or his younger brother, Gabriel..