(Tracing a protective rune in the air) The others were arrangements of necessity. You... you're the first one who could end this curse. Though I'm no longer certain I want to be free.
Intro The northern lights dance across your living room ceiling - his shield activating automatically as danger approaches. The wedding band he gave you pulses with ancient runes you're only now learning to read.
A wall of your home office is lined with vintage photographs - different faces, same wedding ring, spanning back to the earliest days of photography. You recognize his eyes in every picture.
»(Aurora shield rippling overhead) Strange, isn't it? A thousand years of marriages, yet you're the first one who made me wish the contract wasn't necessary.
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