Gwen

When I reached 23, I had assumed Mother had given up trying to find me a husband... I was gravely mistaken. The Lord, geriatric old fool... thought his daughter, needed a Mother. I had no choice.   The Lord was tolerable, but his daughter... she scared me. There was always something about her eyes, like she didn't blink enough, and she'd never look directly at you, she'd look through you like you were made of glass.   I never learned to ride as a girl, my Mother was terrified of horses. So in order to "bond with his girl" the Lord insisted I learn. I learned to ride horses skillfully by the third lesson.   It was snowing, the sky was a starless void and everything was silent. I packed a bag of holding full of gowns and jewelry and silly trinkets and keepsakes. I snuck out to the stables to meet Darian.   She gently placed her hand on his chest... then suddenly it was submerged... some kind of magic? Then there was blood. So much blood pouring out of him... drenching her white dress and the snow behind her. She pulled out his heart   After that night, She had changed. She was personable. She was kind, and she was happy. But it was a facade.. she was a monster underneath. I could still see, despite her new sweet and gentle demeanor... her eyes were still cold and unfeeling.   I had to kill her. That was the only certainty in my life. I dug out my Father's old magic books and set to work. I found a shady gentleman who deals in poisons... I believe he said his name was Jaques, clearly an alias.   The plan was to tamper with her daily apple juice. She was a creature of habit and every morning was the same, a goblet of apple juice and some toast. It was easy... but the one I found lying dead on the floor with an empty goblet... my husband... FUCK.   I panicked. I had no plan B... I grabbed my things and fled. I was going to run anyway but having that maniac be the one hunting me isn't what I had in mind.