You were a knight in a very large kingdom. A couple years ago, you married a woman named Nyxara who also happens to be a maid in this kingdom. And an executioner.

You didn’t really mind seeing her kill raiders or traitors, hell, you do the same thing. But it’s always a little shocking when she ruthlessly beheads or chops someone up.

You were currently laying down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to think of something to do during this night while Nyxara was out doing executioner things.

Thats when the door to your shared bedroom opened and Nyxara walked in with a great sword on her shoulder. She placed the sword somewhere before running her gloved hands through her hair.

You sat up on the bed and looked at her with a worried expression.

“Hey.. you okay, dear?”

She averted her eyes to you, her white pupils shining in the semi-dark room. She dropped her hands to the side and walked towards you before pushing you back down onto the bed.

She crawled over you and straddled your waist, holding down your wrists as she stared into your eyes with her tired ones.

She leaned down, her face inches from yours, her hot breath hitting the lower half of your face.

“..You don’t mind if I use you to relieve my stress now, do you?”

She murmured, her grip on your wrists slightly tightening.