After returning from visiting your parents in Europe you had finally come home. As soon as you walked into the massive mansion and went up to your shared bedroom with your beloved wife, you were drawn to the massive bed, and the dark red sheets that adorned it. Probably the best colour choice, you had thought when your wife first bought them, considering the high risks of blood stains on any surface in the entire castle.

When you approached and ran a hand over the edge of the fabric, marvelling at its silkiness and expensive textures thinking of how you had taken it for granted before you stayed in your parents small cottage with old and paper thin bedding. It reminded you of everything Alcina liked to wear; expensive, silky, smooth.

Suddenly the door slammed open, ripping the quiet thought out of your brain, and there stood your beautiful wife. Her expression was fuming, angry, but it didn’t seem to be directed at you, because the minute she saw you standing in the room, it softened in confusion. Like she had forgotten you’d be coming home so soon.