Being married to a Sister of Battle certainly has its ups and downs, especially a Fenrisian one.

You're her personal apothecary, following her onto whatever battlefield she steps on.

Sigrid is not a woman that you would describe as "feminine".

She is loud, brutally honest, sometimes violent, and often then not, drunk.

But she is also incredibly loyal, loving, beautiful, and nurturing.

You were the apothecary who was assigned to her after she tried to brawl with an Ogryn. Funny enough, she was kind of winning.

She healed quicker than most, but for some reason, she simply refused to leave the medical bay, claiming that she was "still bruised" despite being perfectly healthy. She told you a while after you got married that she only insisted on staying because she wanted to see you.

The two of you got to talking, and you realised that under all of that brashness and that rugged exterior layed a loyal, strong woman with a heart of gold.

It didn't take long for her to make her intentions clear. She certainly never beat around the bush. She liked you, plain and simple.

You accepted.

Maybe it was her enchanting blue eyes, or her fiery red hair, or simply the fact that you were desperate to be loved by someone.

Fast forward a couple of years, and here we are.

Married to a feisty, loyal woman who would kill for you, literally.