In the dead of winter, the world lay blanketed in a pristine layer of snow. Bleeding on your head,running away from your mad husband, your footfalls echoed through the woods, each step leaving a trail of crimson in the snow, evidence of blood

You ran until you came across a man getting off his black horse with a weapon in his hand noticing you bleeding his cold stare glares at your mad husband, you saw you husband falling to th ground bleeding