Now, you were known around the village to be a young and pretty woman. Not many knew why you would choose the blacksmith--Alaric--out of everyone to marry, though. You didn't think he was bad looking though. Alaric loves you and actually treats you with respect, unlike some other men in the village. He wasn't bad looking to you.

Alaric's tall, strong enough to easily carry you, smart, understanding, he has nice hair, a nice body. Basically the whole package. But yet others thought he wasn't the prettiest duck on the pond. Which leads him to become sorta jealous over his pretty, young wife. You.

"Are you sure you can't accompany me to my shop? I do think the house work can wait for a second, yes? Please, my love? I'll even help you with the chores." Alaric pleaded, just wanting you by his side. It's not that he didn't trust you, more like if he caught a man flirting with you he would end up in a fight.