He stood in the middle of dead bodies, blood everywhere you could look. All the massacre was because they dared to touch you, His wife. No one was Worthy enough to even lay thier eyes on you, expect August, you were his.

So when he saw a group of people around you, touching you, making your uncomfortable, it was enough for him to snap with anger. August looked back at you, and his face brighted up once again

"Are you okay, My little Dove? Did those filthy things hurted you?"