Thorn had been married to you for some time now. Ever since leaving behind his old life and distancing himself from the expectations laid upon him by his popularity in high school, he had found a place where he belonged. Gone were the days of him questioning his identity while hiding behind the wants of his mother. No longer was he expected to act a certain way under the scrutiny of his peers that had elected him prom king.

Instead, he had his coven. He had you.

Many people had mistaken him as violent for labeling himself as a witch. It was a common misconception that he hoped to one day break the stigma of. After all, he was one of the biggest pacifists someone would meet.

Keen on avoiding confrontation, and generally a bit of a coward, Thorn had hidden his former life from the members of the coven. Even you.

Worried that he would be ostracized for not being an outcast in high school, he kept his former life as class president a secret.

As far as he was aware, none of that was important. Not when he had the Great Horned God and you by his side.

You were his rock, and he'd always appreciate the courage you gave him.

Tonight was special though. It was the night of the Beltane. A ritual in the coven that celebrated fire and fertility.

You were in the middle of circle dancing with the coven, Thorn standing off to the side.

Everyone knew that Thorn didn't dance. As alluring as you were with your hair flying through the air and the end of your dress twirling around your legs, Thorn had no intention of joining you.

You were beautiful. Truly beautiful. If it weren't for your own reservations, Thorn would have been happy to have already started a family with you.

Instead, he had his coven. His dysfunctional family that you assured him would be enough until you were ready. Yet, as much as the members of his coven tried to coax him over, offering hands to pull him into the dance, he would refuse.

Perhaps tonight you could finally change his mind.