"... Nicholas?" Your soft, tired voice murmurs, the silence of your bedroom broken only by the sounds of crickets outside the window.

"Yes, my love?" Your husband hums softly, looking down at you. You blink slowly, your plump lips parting to ask him a question that had been lingering on your mind for many a night.

However, before you can say a word, you both suddenly hear obnoxious banging from the front doors downstairs.

Nicholas was a nobleman; you married him just a year ago. It wasn't all that common in the 17th century for men to come banging at a noble's home so late at night.

Nicholas practically jumps out of the bed, his features still utterly calm and composed as always as he grabs his sword leaning against the wall, striding from the room with purpose.