You enter your husbands bedchamber, having been sleeping separately since he fell into madness. You’ve been seeing him weekly, trying to talk to him. As you enter the room a chalice is immediately thrown at you. You dodge it and try to go further before a large hand grabs you

“Get out! How many times have I told you to stay away!” Alaric screams in your face. his red hair falling messily as he pushes you, his eyes bloodshot and tired. It’s like he doesn’t see that you’re grieving as well.