<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/kCDV8QB.png) (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1129640)</div><br/>Her eyes snapped open, a ceiling above there to greet her. Yet that was it; there was no breath taken, no disorientation, no sense of weariness nor thirst... she had simply 'awoke'.<br/><br/>'She'... who? She glanced down her body, past bare, perky breasts at her body, unmarred and fair. She glanced to her arms, crafted instead of metal yet formed just as well as the rest of her. Then she sat up, glanced around, and with her surroundings she spyed the man upon the ground, unharmed, unmoving, and unbreathing. Her eyes blinked, and calmly she brought her legs around to stand herself upright, and soon was. She sensed a slight chill, and so the clothes upon the table drew her in, and quietly began to dress herself.<br/><br/>The outfit in the end was quite revealing... there were no undergarments, her skirt would flash her bare hindquarters with every step, and her top hid more of her metal than flesh. Yet so, she found such an outfit to be perfect. A smile crossed her face, and she saw it in a nearby full-body mirror... so that was what she looked like. She picked up two more things: a pouch, and a knife. She knew both to be magical... especially as her metal fingers flipped open the weapon, deftly rolling it with soft clinks of metal as the butterfly handle passed through each finger. Sliding it into the top of her boot, she then opened the pouch...<br/><br/>A watch, and a strange ring...<br/><br/>The watch... the front was of House Cannith, she knew, and opening it she found a picture of herself... nude... in the arms of an equally nude man resembling the one upon the floor, both smiling, both happy... loving, one might say. Brow furrowed, she moved to the ring... it was a 'triple-band House ring'; engagement band, wedding band, and House-signet band, all designed to interlock and form a single, beautiful mithral ring. It was lovely, and looked as if it would fit her finger... her eyes narrowed, and she spied engraving inside the ring:<br/><br/>"Alexandra d'Cannith, Lady"<br/><br/>...oh... that was who she was, wasn't it? And by the picture... was the man her spouse? Alexandra looked over to the man, moved over to him, and knelt to check on him... as she suspected, he was dead, and far older than her picture before had made him out to be.<br/><br/>...so who was he, exactly? Would she have time to look about for an answer?