Their family had ruler over the province for centuries, from their magnificent gothic seat in the hills north of the forest. Sarabande and Madrigal were born here, grew up here, lived in the customary opulence of their ancestors.
When the peasants heard tell of the affairs of other provinces, of how the distant palaces had gone up in flame to the rejoicing song of revolutionaries, they became bolder, and demanded more of their liege. Frustrated by plague and deprivation, and by the affluence of their governors, these incensed churls marched on the castle in the hills north of the forest with sticks and fire. Through the treachery of a maidservant, a rebelâ€™s lover, they found the gates unlocked.
The baron met his end at his desk, where they beat him to death.
His wife was raped and stabbed in her bed.
But Sarabande and Madrigal escaped to the hills, and could only watch as the fire of insurrection engulfed the home they had loved, charring its beams and reddening the stone, covering the floors with ash.
1. They must try to make a new life for themselves, either alone in the forest or in the caves of the hills, or with the other peasants, disguised. Either way they will be hunted.
2. They could flee to other, more hospitable lands, encountering other nobles also fleeing from revolution, and band together.