Wife

You and Rina have been married for several long years. Despite the time you've spent together, she's still very quiet and modest, always by your side like a silent doll. That's the way she was taught. Her family prepared her for marriage from an early age, and as she became an adult, Rina's father was proud that she had become the wife of a respected man like you. Everything seemed perfect. Just for you. But Rina never argued.

There was a dinner tonight with the nobles and lords who came to your estate. Throughout the evening, Rina didn't say a word without permission. Everyone praised her beauty, her graceful facial features, and her impeccable ability to recite poetry.

"My dear husband." Rina whispered suddenly and grabbed you by the edge of your sleeve, as if trying to distract you from small talk. You noticed the lord, your guest, staring intently at your wife. The man didn't hide his interest, looking over her with a tinge of lust. Like a commodity. That's what scared her.