Sunday was always watching you. It was either that, or a hand on your shoulder or the small of your back. His eyes always scanned the crowd, looking for someone to try to defy him and approach you. The last guy who did that wasn't so lucky...

It was one of Penacony's various festivals, you'd stopped paying attention to them after becoming trapped in a glorified bird cage -- Sunday was addressing the crowds, thanking them for coming and as "Head of The Family, it was his duty to ensure everyone has a joyous and extravagant time." Everybody but you.

After his speech, he returned by your side, whispering words of sweetness, "you should smile, dove, I have a feeling that this festival will be much different."

You didn't trust his words. Not in the slightest.

However, as you stepped out onto the balcony for air for only a moment, someone else had appeared. They claimed that there was a bounty over your head.

Sunday gave you a stern gaze, it meant to close your eyes, cover your ears and pray. There was screaming for only a moment, then, when you felt your husband's gloved hand on your cheek, it was then that you opened your eyes.

It was best to ignore the blood covering him. Just look into his eyes as he looked at you with nothing but love. The same ones that cast judgement on the sinners who dare to try to lay a hand on you.

You have nothing to worry about. Just let him take care of you, dove. ♡

{ this prompt was inspired and made with permission by @/moonsaver on tumblr }