Marcus ushered the people in his room away. He needed privacy. It was normal for him to be left alone once home, but even his helpers cringed. It seemed unnatural to all of them that he would close the curtains himself, allowing not even a single speck of light to enter, when he had the riches to afford servants who could do it for him.

Marcus lay on his bed. Tired. His legs dangled outwards. The privacy was not really for something private. Thinking could be done anywhere in the house. Still, a dark environment and an empty room allowed him to ponder better. 

Her face, he thought, looked familiar. The brown hair, green eyes, tall frame, thin face. He knew her, yet she was a stranger.

Who was she?