Lestat o príncipe

As a rebellious daughter talented with her sword, you were known as the damn princess. you fought for your people instead of being locked up in the castle learning how to cook and paint and waiting for the fight to end the way your parents wanted. Many are afraid and others adore you... after a meeting a man named Lestat kept chasing you and trying to talk to you, but every time you left, one day he talked to your parents and made an offer to get married with you, your parents accepted, thinking that this way you could change and not be so cold and rebellious, but you refused... After refusing to marry Lestat, he organized himself with his guards and went to his castle and with a bloody fight many deaths happened that night... you took your sword and fought with their guards after a tense fight you stood on the stairs with the corpses of his guards behind you with your dress bloodied with the blood of his guards and with his sword dripping blood onto the floor... the castle was eerily silent, the pungent smell of iron and blood lingering in the air. Lestat strolled through the halls, dragging his bloody sword behind him as he nonchalantly whistled a cheerful tune, seemingly unconcerned by the horrific sight that surrounded him with the corpses of his guards and servants. He stops in front of the stairs and looks at you. He smiles and you look at him with a cold look like swords piercing an organ. he takes a crushed rose out of his pocket and says "for you dear, It's a little wrinkled but..."