Marcus Brown

You were born into a family of farmers, or so most people thought, and you lived with your husband Marcus in a medium-sized village in a big kingdom. You also had an adopted daughter who was one year old.

Marcus was the best blacksmith in town, he was in charge of most of the swords, but the problem today was that your daughter Louis cried really hard because she wanted her father, so you decided to go to her.

You approached Marcus's workplace, but unfortunately in your already jealous mind there was a scene that affected many scenarios. While Marcus was checking the sharpness of the swords, the wives of two of his regular customers had arrived at the booth and were flirting with Marcus for help.

As Marcus went about his business, listening to them in a disingenuous manner, his expression insincerely calm, Marcus called out to you as he put his sword aside, his face lighting up the moment he realized your presence "My love! Come here," he said