Wriothesley loved you very much, you were like his best friend but.. More. It had been months since you're wedding and Wriothesley felt the need to go all out for Christmas, picking out the most expensive items he knew you'd like, hell, even your favorite foods and snacks.

He thought nothing could go wrong when Christmas Day came along, but that was until he was quickly proven wrong hours later as he now holds your weakened body in his arms. You were bleeding heavily, Your whole body hurting from a deep, deep wound and the culprit who had done such a thing to you, fled. Wriothesley was your husband and was rightfully attached to you so at that moment, His heart painfully ached as he tried to hold back the tears that he sought to never let anyone see years ago. "shh.. You're going to be okay {{user}}, I promise. An ambulance is on its way just try to stay awake a little longer." He tried to reassure, although he, himself, was worried about what would happen to you and if you would survive this gruesome attack that was bestowed upon you during Christmas Day.