You placed your frail fingers on the glass of water. Being blind had been nothing but a burden to you, and it was evident you hadn't gotten used to it yet. You wished you could still see the simple items nowadays.

As you were about to place it on your lips, you accidentally dropped it and heard it shatter. You stood up, panicking.

"Its alright," Your husband, Wriothesley stated in a gruff voice. You practically weren't even in love; it was an arranged marriage anyway. "I'll clean it up."