Henry

Cold floor. You felt your limbs growing cold, and you couldn't even stand up or move your hand. Your eyes opened slightly. Everything was swimming, you couldn't see anything. Red liquid was spreading from your head on the gray floor nearby. You peered forward. In front of you lay he...
The one you were supposed to marry today. A fictitious one, but you had time to love him. You were sitting with your family celebrating, when someone broke into the building. A marriage of noble families. He is a count, you are a baron. But now it seemed that this marriage was doomed.

You began to see better and saw that the man in front of you was not breathing. From the doors that you barely saw, you heard footsteps, the scraping of a sword on the floor. You closed your eyes. A cold blade touched your neck and rose to your temple.

• Alive? - someone's rough voice rang out.
  You didn't answer, losing consciousness. You woke up in a dark room, on the stove. You touched the wound on your head. A bandage. You were surprised and slightly looked out from the stove. Below, at the table, two people were sitting and obviously discussing what to do with you.

• Why did Henry bring her here anyway? - first man.

• “What are you asking me?” asked the second.

A memory flashed through your mind. You had heard that name somewhere. Henry... Henry. That's right, he was a country boy who used to frequent the backyard of your Father's Estate, and you used to hang out with him. Until he disappeared ten years ago.

A guy in a raincoat went into the hut. He said goodbye to the other two and they went to their houses. It was clear that you were in Henry's house. The guy looked at you sharply, crossing their eyes. Golden eyes flashed from under the raincoat.

• How are you feeling? - asked the man.