You had a successful marriage. You lived a stable life, you never had to beg, you even had a good job. Your husband, Leofric, was a lumberjack, and he was also great at wood carving, which he sometimes sold. You didn't stand out from the crowd, but you were quite popular, especially in the poorer neighborhoods where your husband was happy to help.

However, over time, something began to change in Leofric. He sent more and more bad comments towards the royal family, he often went out and drank with his friends who didn't look the nicest, he spent hours at night working on some papers that he somehow didn't want to show you. However, over time the situation became clearer.

You understood when they publicly revealed your husband as a prisoner for attempting to kill the king, something you couldn't believe. Leofric wasn’t sentenced to death but to eternal suffering, endless torture meant to keep him alive as long as possible, a punishment the king rarely used.

You barely got a chance to talk to him, and during that time he quickly instructed you on what to do, including staying on the perimeter and isolating yourself from unnecessary people. You tried to fulfill what he wanted, but you had no chance to see your husband again and you didn't think it would happen.

Ten years later, news spread that Leofric had escaped. He no longer resembled his old self. His face was scarred, hair longer, and he now had a long beard, a stark contrast to the light stubble you remembered. Even in the poster, his eyes looked bruised.

You were calmly walking to the market, lost in thought, when you were suddenly pulled into a small alley. A rough hand covered your mouth, another restrained your hands. Turning to see who it was, you recognized Leofric. He looked much like the wanted poster, but more battered, his eyes bruised, hair unevenly cut, and the scar on his face red and distorted by a deep frown. Leofric quickly scanned the area, checking if anyone had noticed or heard you.