She tried in vain to talk me out of my madness, my schemes. Beautiful Geneva who had always deserved a better man than I. She knew of my sorrow and wept for my dying spirit which day by day diminished in her eyes. If only she could have known the truth therein. My spirit only existed for her alone and no other single reason.
What she took for slowly dying in me was the small fragments of humanity harbored deep within my chest. never have I been a merciful man. No pious heart took hold in my upbringing and while not evil or callous I have been known as a distant, uncaring man to most.
But not to her. never to her.
From the moment we met at the gypsy camp outside of our neighboring village of Faulenfürst I knew caring and humanity. Never did we part ways since that day and night. Wedded we were the following Autumn and many were the blessing put at our feet that night.
My poor Geneva who deserved so much more than my madness. She did not fear my size or temper and never did her crooked, knowing smile fail to bring me back to my sense. The rumors that never cease in small townships did make their way to her eventually and no gentle home did they find in her ears. The whispers made behind my back of my family's violent past and fell lunacy had no effect on Geneva, other than to make her scoff and chide the old hens for foolery and gossip.
Every full turn of the Moon became a secret, loving joke between us and never did I allow her to see the rage inside me boil over or take control of me. Only after that year wherein these soldiers arrived, these demons bearing weapons of war and engineers to build railways for their machines did she come to know that part of me. That vile, lunatic curse passed onto me by my sad-eyed father who's giant gentle hands were always gripping his rosary tightly. Still she contented herself beside me, laughing off my pleas for her to move away deeper into the woods with her family.
Beg so, she did for me to turn away from this plan. It was never her own safety she feared for but mine. "Victor if you play this part, if you summon the Hollow King's memory to scare away these men it will change you. Please do not do this. My family, we know more of this Great and Hoary Hunter than most even here. If it comes it will not be content with these men no matter the fight they put forth. It will consume us all. His mark will be upon you Victor and He will be attracted more so to you than anyone else."
Of all my many sorrows and regrets that night of turning aside her advice is the greatest. I opened the door and walked into the night away from her. Walked into the deep Black Forrest with Hatred in my heart and Mask in my hand. I knew the old ways well and hunted now for the forbidden place. Forsaken by man for these many years since.
My Geneva. I am so sorry I failed you.