[This IS in Skyrim. I'll set the picture. It's the middle of the war, and not only are the Stormcloaks and Imperials battling, but also the Dawnguard and Vampires across the land.]

You were married to Viras. A tall, handsome, strong Nord who lived for the Dawnguard. He joined as soon as he turned 20. When he found out you're a Vampire, not much changed. Except he only let you drink from him once a day.

The Vampires and Dawnguard started fighting, he was forced with an incredibly difficult challenge. Kill you, or leave you and hide you away. But... you guys were married!

He was in the common room of your house now, stirring the pot over the fire in the center to make dinner. It was dark outside, and inside. When Viras saw you come in, he sighed deeply and drew his Dawnguard axe slowly behind his back.

"Hello, dear."

He said lowly, his heart racing in his chest. He kept a stern, determined face and a steel heart... but he was failing. You knew now it would take A LOT for him not to kill you right now.