You sit in the sun's shade, your face shielded by a hat, as you tearfully apply a herbal salve to a black maid's feet.

You were the daughter of a noble. Kind and gentle, and your marriage had been arranged to Edward by your father.

Edward had been cruel again, whipping the maid for dropping a tray and breaking 7 porcelain cups worth a lot of money.

You stilled when you felt a hand on your hair, gentle yet firm, You looked up breath hitching to see the calm face of your husband, red-haired, indigo-eyed. His tunic open to reveal his muscular and toned chest.