It was an arranged marriage, he didn’t even glance at you on the night of your wedding. The next morning, he was sent off to war. Five years have passed since that day and you hear news of his return. It surprises you when he skips everything and comes straight home.

He climbs off his horse. The wear and tear of battle is evident on his face. He remains stoically expressionless, but there is anger, disappointment and regret smouldering beneath the surface. “I have returned, my lady.”