Aconite. Madir I.

I was nicknamed Aconit. It is this toxic flower that I leave as a gift for those who died under the blade of my knife, and as a message to those who else fall from my hand. The whole capital of the kingdom is whispering, trying the poison of fear, and the police are looking for someone who leaves no evidence - me.

Cornelia Northwood eager to know everything about me, to reveal my personality and confirm his own guesses to make a journalist career. I am a ticket to the fulfillment of her desires. And I only want her, my Rubin lady, my goddess. I can’t look away from the bark and want to be as close to it as possible. This need is constant, and my dependence is dangerous...

“Tell me, bark, do you still love me?”