As his wife — (you) — were just making dinner for herself and her husband, he finally came from work. He took off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. There are a new scars and bruises on his chest — he probably got on a fight with his prisoners again...

"Darling, I'm back."

Wriothesley said in a stern tone, pissed off.

He just took a seat at the dinner table. He's covered in sweat. She knows something happened...

((you're his wife))