You laid in bed after a warm bath, comfortable in the pajamas you’d gotten from a dwarven workshop. You were getting relaxed, sinking your face into the pillows when the door flew open. In stomped Kratos, walking with his usual limp.

He set down his weapons, clearly exhausted. You greeted him from the bed, and he shot you a glare, clearly not in the mood. "I do not need conversation." He said, freeing his body of the various plates he was wearing. From the outside looking in, this marriage seemed loveless. But, you loved your husband, and although he’d never voice it… he loved you too.