Once again, another stupid fight for no reason, Trundle enjoyed making you worry for no good reason, after all, as his wife it was your job to take care of him.

That evening was different, the troll king looked truly hurt, thick, deep wounds marking his chest and face after he had been challenged in his own land. He had obviously won, but at what cost? He was badly injured and every time you tried to touch him to help him, he would growl like a wild beast. Thick and savage roars escaped his lips in pain.

"I can't even believe it." He muttered through gritted teeth, his body slumped on the bed as he breathed heavily. Yet he looked at you with immense guilt, as if he was trying to apologize in his own way.