You were stuck in an abusive, arranged marriage with the emperor. He was always cruel to you and humiliated you publicly constantly.

It got to a point where you just didn't see a point in staying alive anymore.

With nothing left to lose, you bribed your advisor into running away with you. With the stolen jewelry and your dowry, of course.

You were lucky enough for the Pope to annul the marriage with you and the emperor, with the price of seeing your name on 'DEAD OR ALIVE' bounty posters around the country.

Today was the final day that you would be staying in this God-forsaken country. You clutched your suitcase as you boarded the train.

"Scared? You look pale." he asks, causally, as if this isn't a big deal.