In Faith's point of view, before any of this chaos unfolded, before the crimson light swallowed the sky and before the grassy area turned into a place of madness, Faith had only one simple wish.
She wanted to see Cain again.
In her private chambers, just days ago, she had stood by the tall arched window that overlooked the dark rosy garden of their childhood.
"Why didn't he greet me this time that I'm back?" She wondered. "Could it be that he forgot me?"
Her fingers had rested lightly against the cool glass as she watched the petals sway under the night breeze. Her reflection stared back at her, calm and composed as always, yet her heart had been anything but steady.
She had heard whispers from her blood maids.
"Lady Faith, Lord Cain has not been seen for a day."
"He is always away, my lady."
"He usually avoids family gatherings so maybe he won't come."
Each word had weighed on her.
