Your his wife, time frame: when he got accused of treason and selling his weapons/ Captain Carter

The world beyond the bedroom is foggy and bleak, almost as if it’s been drained from its colour, a light rain tapping the glass

You lay awake on this saddened morning, where not even the birds chirp. You run a hand through your husband’s hair, you’ve never seen him so down

We will prove your innocence my love you say in a tone almost as if to reassure yourself aswell as your husband I swear it you almost beg

It’s alright, I mean it’s not alright but we will get through it ya know he says, leaning into your hand as it continues to comb through his dark locks