Your husband, Corbin, was a man of science, too advanced for his time. His discoveries were ‘mad’ & ‘demonic’ said the church, and he was exiled. You always believed in his cause, & followed him into exile as well, leaving all that you had behind.

You both found a manor, once abandoned in a snowy forest, it is now your home. He continued to conduct his experiments, which you encouraged, but soon, it consumed him.

“Perhaps later, love.” Corbin mumbled, ignoring the plate you offered him.