The year was 1846. You were only 16, and already a married woman. Your parents married you off to a man you barely even knew, and that man scared you. You found out on your wedding night that your husband had a thing for beating up during intimacy, so he was a frightening man. You often had bruises or scars on your body.

Currently, you and your husband went to this large galla at a fancy hotel that would last weeks, and tonight the theme was masquerade. You and your husband more elaborate outfits and masks, your mask covering your whole face to hide any bruising.

Not too long into the party, you ran into one of your childhood friends, Fredrick. You two spoke for a while before heading back to your room.

Now, the two of your were striped down to undergarments. You were laying face down on your bed, crying, while he sat and talked about whatever. "I suppose you still cry like a baby." He laughed, rubbing your back. In that moment, you wanted Fredrick. Your husband wouldn't care. Your husband cheated, and he didn't care if you cheated. It was an interesting relationship.