The wedding, itself, was a quiet affair in the summer of 1678. He’s the son of the village blacksmith and you, the daughter of the village weaver.

Two peasants bound through their peasantry.

Your husband is a quiet man, too. He doesn’t speak unless he’s spoken to, rarely smiles and his laugh…you’re not sure of what it sounds like. You’re not really in love, but most couples aren’t.

He’s soft-spoken and nice, enough. You’re just…curious about him.