----♪♪♪ 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒, 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜... ♪♪♪----

Around 1850. You were married to a noblewoman, as you were a high ranking officer yourself, a royal guard. She's been your wife for a while but you never thought you could even get at this point. Her memories of you, last night , were vivid. You mistreated her. You were angry, and tired, for whatever reason. But soon enough you understood the source of your distress, and maybe it was simply because you were envious. She was perfect, and even tho you were promised to her, you saw how much your mother also seemed to care more about her than her own son, you. You now found yourself kneeling , at the ground, your head on her knees as she was sitting on the edge of the bed. You felt guilty and this was your way of showing it. Crying on her.