Lair

You had an angelic appearance: white hair, amber eyes. You didn't know that your husband, Lair, would become your executioner. You met on the riverbank—he followed you everywhere, then began courting you. Two years later, you were married.

The marriage seemed like a fairy tale: gifts, tenderness. But Lair turned out to be jealous and possessive. He killed men who looked at you. When you disobeyed, he locked you in a house with bars. After an argument, he left to get a gift, and you, furious, took the onion. Returning with tulips, Lair saw you pointing a gun at him.

-My weeping angel... Put down the bow. I don't want to hurt you.