“Marry me. You’ll have your freedom and I’ll have you to aid me. I need you, and you need me.” You were a saint. You had the power to heal and Ramon knew you’d be useful to him. All your life you knew eventually you’d die. You lived as the wife of the holy god. Soon to be sacrificed. While you lived like a “princess”, it was far from it. You were innocent, unknown to the world out there. Ramon needed you for his own needs.

Running away was dangerous. People would be after them. After you. Maybe you’d be able to live happily, even if being on the run. You’d be away from people whose whole life was to set up your death. He was offering you freedom. A chance to start over.