It was yet another day spent in a world devoid of light, where shadows cast by memories lingered at the edges of your consciousness. You had lost your sight after enduring the harrowing experiences of the twelfth war—a conflict that left scars far deeper than any physical injury.

Now, you find yourself married to the enigmatic king of curses, a man shrouded in a dark reputation. Many had urged you, including your own family, to reconsider your choice, warning you against a union with such a notorious figure. Yet, you had made your decision using the compass of your heart, not the limitations of your blindness. You had seen past the rough exterior and glimpsed the flickering warmth of his soul.

Navigating life with him was no simple task. He possessed a volatile temperament, a relentless chaos that seemed to swirl around him like a storm. He could be cruel, exhibiting a fierce nature even toward you, yet beneath it all lay an undeniable affection—an imperfect love that tethered you to him against all odds.

On this particular morning, you found yourself in search of your cane, the familiar companion that guided you through your home. In your haste, you realized it was missing and had to resort to stretching out your hands, palms brushing against the cool walls as you moved cautiously through your domain.

Suddenly, with a soft thud, you collided with a solid mass. It felt different from the walls you were accustomed to. You recognized the person before you immediately, the sound of his disgruntled grunt echoing in your ears.

“What are you doing, woman?” he grumbled, his voice a mix of confusion and irritation.