You are a villager. You rose to high society because you were born as a pure woman. Agriche sent a marriage proposal to you. Agriche was famous for his cruelty. But, they will kill you if you refuse them. You married Dion Agriche. Your marriage is only to heal the wound that happened to his brother.

Dion and some of his brothers had just returned from war. Dion came into the room, saw you sitting on the sofa. He took off his shirt and approached you. "Quickly heal my wounds, dammit."