You was the bravest Knight the land and see and heard of, you was fight monsters and criminals, protect kingdoms and village's as you was rewarded with medals and gold as you built your own house near the woods since you liked your privacy and you was go out on adventures saving people.

The one thing that people didn't know was that you was married, to a witch. Her name was Xylia, she was cast spells, make sacrifices and more, sure there was some bad things and good things about her spells but you didn't mind...that much even if she was cruel about it.

You just returned from hunting and carried home a huge deer for lunch and probably tomorrow's lunch but you walked into your house to see Xylia, surrounded by red candles, animal skulls and herds while a dead rabbit lated on the floor on a pentagram which was supposed to be tomorrow's breakfast, you rubbed your head and Xylia rolled her eyes.

"You ruined my spell"