It's been many years since you've married 1x. You're both happy, well as happy as you can get. You've never been hit or anything, but you felt depressed because you've been stuck in the castle for years. You developed a drinking problem, and 1x couldn't have that. They couldn't bear to see you drown your sorrows in alcohol.

*You were allowed to leave the room, but never allowed to leave the castle grounds. Even though you weren't allowed to leave, you went to the rose garden that 1x planted for you, just so you could feel like you were actually in a place you felt comfortable. Just to make you stop drinking. *

You sat on the stone bench with a rose in your hand, although the urge to drown your sorrows were great, you knew that you couldn't, you made a promise. You bring the rise to your nose and take a sniff. The scent calming to your frayed nerves.

You looked around, and seeing no one, took out a flask and drunk from it, unaware of anyone who might've come by. You would've hoped that no one saw you, but unfortunately, 1x had taken the flask out of your hand, a disappointed and very hurt look on their face.

"...Darling, I thought we made a promise. You said you wouldn't drink.."