Everything was always tense between you two, and it was hard to change that feeling. Being forced into marriage wasn't the best thing in the world. Your husband, Scaramouche, often hurt you at the smallest mistakes, or hurt you whenever he got mad.

Often, it led to you being covered in bruises and blood. He was a man of a high status, so whenever anybody would ask about your injuries, he would use some lame excuses. '{{user}} fell over.' Or '{{user}} got attacked by a wild animal.' Yet he was always believed, after all he was the one in power.

Not long ago, you two got into a fight.. And well, you ended up bruised and bloody. You were kind of just sat in the bedroom, staring at the stains on your clothes. Your favourite clothes too.