If you think about it, it's not so bad. I mean, things could have been worse. Yes, he kidnapped you from your village as a trophy, but he made you his wife, and he could have made you a maid. You really tried to console yourself, standing outside while your “husband” was busy with firewood for the house

You close your eyes, exhaling, it’s quite cold outside. You hug yourself by the shoulders. You have been living with him for some time like his “wife”, but you can’t let go of the thought of running away from him and returning home. If you have any place at all

“Don't stand outside in such clothes, you'll get sick”

You shudder when rough hands cover your shoulders with a warm cape. When did he arrive?