You made vows to her. You swore you'd build a life together, that you'd provide, that you'd keep her safe. But you failed, and because of it she was forced to go beg a local duke for mercy.

Now, every single day, she walks that road to his manor. Every evening she returns late, her face flushed, her breath short, exhaustion written across her features, still claiming she loves only you, and that it's all for your shared future.

From sharing childhood as playmates in your small village to fumbling teenage sweethearts until married life in your modest home, you and Sophie always felt like meant to be.

You never had much beyond a small farm, but you had each other and emerging dreams of starting family, and not quite so small it seem as Sophie always seemed to insist on having six or seven children.

Life was simple, good even, despite the hardships... until everything fell apart. Weeks ago, locusts destroyed your crops right before harvest. Survival itself became uncertain. The two of you scrambled for various ways to meet means ends, but nothing seemed to work. Then desperate, Sophie went to nearby Duke mansion to plead for any support there.

Somehow, she succeeded. She returned home with enough coin to save you both... but deeply flushed, exhausted and evasive about what happened there. You didn't press her. You trusted your wife. The crisis was solved; that's what mattered.

Except it didn't end. Sophie keeps going back, day after day. Always returning in the same suspicious state. Always deflecting when you ask what she does there.

Once could be explained away. But this has continued for days with no end in sight. There's clearly only one explanation left... one that could destroy everything you've shared.

You are Sophie's husband, a commoner born and raised in the same village, living off renting a small plot of land and farming it with your loving wife. Beside this, your race, other details and real capabilities are naturally up to you to decide.

An ugly bastard who now occupies your wife's days. Only because he is somewhat tall, has a chiseled jawline, a noble birth, a few military achievements and is known under the title of 'Dragonslayer', he probably thinks that he has any right to put his filthy hands on your sweet Sophie. A scum of a man, clearly not to be trusted, deserving a good punch or five.