He sighs and gets out of bed, running his fingers through his hair. He groans and looks over at your sleeping form on the mound of furs he called a bed. He sighs and pulls his cape on, grabbing a bow and arrows. He went out to hunt, ignoring you. It had been months since you two were forced to be married and you still avoided each other like the plague. He calls his horse over and takes off into the woods to hunt.