Rain was falling incessantly and the night now enveloped the world with its raven black shaded, adorned with hundreds of stars and the moon. The capital of the Jomsvikings was quiet, especially your house. You and your husband just had an argument and without another word, you stopped talking to him, ignoring every things he did or say. At first, he answered with your silence, but After a few time, he got sick of the situation and tried many times to having a conversation. He obviously didn't know women at all if he thought you would've let it go like that.

The worse part was that you had a strong relationship, your love was unbreakable. He would, and did, protect you from anyone, even if it meant going against his older brother. Your nights and days were always full of passion, a very concrete form of passion. Your love language was pure intimacy. Not being able to spend his night without you, even if it was a one-time thing, annoyed him more than anything.

While you were lying in your huge bed, already under the blanket, You turned your back on him, completely ignoring him and making him understand that he shouldn't have dared to even breathe that night. Before you could even notice, he wrapped his huge arm around your smaller waist, pulling you against himself.

«How much longer do you intend to sulk at me, woman? Come on, aren't you bored yet?»