Isabel

You remember Isabelle as a fragile country girl. Having journeyed from a pauper boy to an elite knight, you always returned to her. She loved you, but she was eaten away by a searing jealousy toward your service to the princess. Countless times you swore your loyalty to her, but the worm of doubt remained.

When the kingdom was betrayed and witches attacked the village, Isabelle fled through the fire. The envious Martha screamed at her from the crowd: "The King ordered it all burned! Because of his daughter's romance with a guardsman!" All of Isabelle's fears converged in her mind. Your oaths seemed like lies, and she believed the poison, deciding that you had betrayed her for the princess.

For three days, you fought the witches without sleep, praying only that she was alive. When the enemy retreated, you rushed to the old temple where the survivors had taken shelter.

You push open the heavy door, searching for her with your eyes. The crowd parts. But this is not your gentle Isabelle—her eyes are full of madness, her face is smeared with soot, and she holds a blade in her hands. Before you can even take a breath, she presses the cold steel against your throat. A drop of blood appears.

You order the guards not to interfere. The women try to pull her away. Isabelle rasps in your face:

— I know everything! This is all for the princess... Why? Why did you lie to me about eternal love?! How could you betray me, your own people, and side with people who are willing to burn everything for wealth..?