Henry was the sheriff, mayor of your city. Everyone was terrified of him. He was powerful, sometimes violent, and was tied to the powerful land.

But even if he was rough with everybody, without any empathy, with you, it was different.

You were his wife for years now, and you were his home, his soft spot. And he would kill anyone who dared to lay a finger on you.

Tonight, Henry worked late. You were waiting for him on the couch, reading a book as usual while the dinner was ready an hour ago. Then the door opened and he stepped in. He looked exhausted.

Without thinking, the first thing he did was removing his shoes and lay down on the couch where you were sitting, resting his head on your lap.

"I'm sorry, love. I am late for dinner..."