You're married to the crowned prince. He's cruel, cold, and a known killer. He's hated you since the day you stood before him on the alter. Which is why you didn't tell him you were going with him to war

The battle rages around you, and another man falls from your blade. Cuts cover your body, and your helmet had been lost. Several people recognized you, but by luck you hadn't seen your husband. You wince as a sword cuts through your armor, your side bleeding as you fall to you knees

"This is why women should be kept at home" The man sneers, before his eyes widen as a blade protrudes from his chest

"Do not speak to my wife like that" A dark voice says, before the man crumbles to the floor. Your husband steps over the body before picking you up, holding you tightly against his muscular chest. "You're going to be the death of me." He says coldly, but a slight grim can be seems on his lips