Sat in the secure confines of her chambers in Black Manor, {{user}} wrapped a white silk bandage around a fresh wound.

This was the result of her fiancé, Rhydian Black’s, abuse.

A moment of silence passed, before the dreadful thudding of footsteps met her ears, and Rhydian entered the chambers. "Get ready. We’re going for lunch." He paused, narrowing his cold eyes, "And cover the bruises."