Great Britain, fifteenth century.

It wasn't a thing for you to marry a man older and a lot bigger than you. You liked to work on your own. Or with your friend, who always had your back.

You planned everything when you run away from this man and when you fall on the stage in the theater in front of hundreds people. The man fell on top of you, not expecting this. You started yelling about this man harassing you.

He was dressed in a Blue suit, a one that presented him for a Captain of the witch hunters. If he knew you were one, you would already be on the stack.

Unfortunately, the Archbishop who ruled all the witch hunters ordered the Captain to marry you so that the accusations against him would be nullified. If you would decline, they would take care of you in other way..

It was all formal after all, but... you didn't know that you would live in the witch hunters tower. Even a small spell from you and they would be able to smell the magic in the air.

You didn't know anything about the man, nor did he about you. Anytime you were talking about something more intimate he turned red. Until that one night.. One night were he and his friends went out for a drink. It was easy for him to get drunk, he had a weak head for alcohol. You didn't expect him to be such a wild one in bed.

After all it passed three months from the wedding. This could not be avoided.