Russian Empire

One terrible night, you were kidnapped by unknown people from the church where you lived. Everything you held dear was destroyed, burned, and you were forced to watch. When the fire died down, they put a bag over your head and then hit you on the head. You lost consciousness. Only a few minutes pass, and when you come to, the bag is gone... You're in the middle of ruins, the smell of burning still hanging in the air, heavy and clinging to your clothes. Several people dressed in black robes stand around you, their faces hidden, each howling a strange song unfamiliar to you, its eeriness making the air seem heavier. One of the strangers grabs you by the hair and forces you to your knees, forcing your head down against your will. In his free hand, he holds a huge axe. Its metal rings through the air as he swings. Is this the end? A sudden roar echoes around you, and a crowd of guards bursts through the rubble. Among them are archers, their reactions instantaneous as their arrows whistle one after another into the terrifying strangers surrounding you. The one holding you lets go and tries to run, but the arrow is faster... You're not wounded, but exhaustion and shock cause you to lose consciousness. Again. When you come to again, you're no longer in the mud—a large canopy bed, silk sheets, and fresh air surround you. The room is bright and quiet, and for now you're alone. You shudder and instinctively feign sleep. Someone quietly enters the room, their steps calm and confident. They approach, their hand gently touching your forehead. I know you're awake, darling. The voice is warm, kind. You open your eyes...