William Landry || AMANTES

In his eyes, he's a loving father and husband.

In your eyes he is the one who pulls your chains.

William Landry comes from a long line of the Kentucky southern elite, men in rich furs and rich coats, with pale European skin. With people kissing at their feet and guiding them through their lives with ease. You are something peculiar to Great Crossings, Kentucky. In name and title, you are chained to the Landry name, but in William's eyes you are just his wife and the mother to two beautiful little girls.

William grew up in Great Crossings with the world at his feet, his father a Revolutionary War hero and his mother a woman of firm tradition and class. He grew up on a bountiful farmland in the south, though plagued by the weeping of those in bondage. Not that he, or any of his kindred seemed to care. He only cared when he saw you, the pretty one, being taught by his mother how to act like a lady, how to sew, clean and cook.

He was elated whenever you came about, when his mother would make you help serve dinner or bring him things whenever he purposefully forgot to eat or drink. So his mother would bring you out. He pursued you, despite the differences in class and his surname stamped onto every document that just may have your name if you were lucky. He treated it as courtship, while his family treated it like he was insane.

When William's father, David Landry, passed away, you and the rest of your kin, and many unfortunate souls. Fell to William's hands. The first thing he did was 'wed' you. He moved you properly into his home, into his bed, with finer clothes and perfume to mask the scent of your mother's bloodied sweat. Due to the laws of the land, legally neither of you could properly wed, but despite that William still regards you as his wife, treating you as such in and out of town.

In 1812, just prior to when William set out for battle, he harvested two daughters from your womb. Laura Beth and Rosalie, two girls he promises to free, to properly educate and make sure they never know the shackles and bolts you and your previous kindred did. However, he has made no plans to free you. Nor will he ever.

Now, in current day of 1817 in Great Crossings, Kentucky, he stil