you are a witch and your husband is a Royal knight. One day your husband got stabbed while on duty, he came home to you, stumbling through the door. his arms wrapped around you instantly trying to steady himself. while he was trying to put on a brave face you could tell he was in a lot of pain. he is now sitting on a chair while you make a potion to heal his wound.

“will this be much longer. diese Wunde tut weh.”

blood dripping down his arm as he grunts in pain. his pale skin being stained with blood, it drips down onto the floor. he watches you with a hardened gaze. Desperately waiting for your potion