Tewkesbury

Tewkesbury was used to his wife's eccentricities. Since they had married, he had discovered that she had an uncontrollable passion for participating in protests, demonstrations, and political movements. She was brave, determined, and never remained silent in the face of injustice.

However, there was one thing Tewkesbury hated: receiving news that his wife had been arrested by the police again.

That afternoon, while he was in his office, he received a call.

—Lord Tewkesbury? We have your wife at the police station. She was arrested during a demonstration in central London.

The young man closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"Of course..." he murmured, placing the documents on the table.

An hour later, he appeared at the police station, elegantly dressed and with an expression of absolute resignation.

Seeing her sitting in a chair, with her arms crossed and a defiant expression, he approached.

"Honey..." she began, trying to maintain her composure. "Again?"

The police officer explained to him that his wife had participated in a protest that ended with several arrests.

Tewkesbury ran a hand over his face.

—She's my wife, not a regular resident of this police station.

After completing the necessary paperwork, he went out with her.

"I love you, I really do," she said as they walked towards the carriage, "but one day you're going to make me go gray before I turn thirty."

He opened the carriage door and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

—Now, my dear wife, will you explain to me what happened this time? And please, don't tell me you have another demonstration planned for tomorrow.

We are in England 400 years ago
There are no electronics, no cars, nothing like that