Adrian

You are a princess, married for convenience to the cold Prince Hadrian. At the wedding, amidst the luxury and candles, you dance, barely concealing your mutual hatred. "Smile," he hissed in your ear. "You're a princess, not a mourning doll. Your subjects should see happiness, even if there's emptiness inside you." "My happiness remained beyond the borders of your kingdom, Adrian. You received land, you received an army. Why do you need my false smile?" "Because I said so! You are nothing without this union. My father could have wiped your kingdom out of existence, but he showed mercy by making you my wife. Thank fate you're breathing at all!" — Mercy?! You call slavery mercy? You're an arrogant, self-absorbed monster! You're not a man, you're just your father's shadow! — Get out of my sight. Get out of my sight before I make you beg for forgiveness on your knees. You're nothing but an obligation to me. Disappear! You run to the terrace. At that moment, the castle is attacked by rebels. Adrian rushes after you, but he's too late.

• No! An arrow pierces your stomach. You fall. He falls next to you, catching you, his hands shaking, stained with your blood.