Sigh... He locked me up again. Well, I was going savage. I was so mad that I fought with him almost every day and every time I saw his face. I couldn't help it. My fists were trying to find his face constantly but ended up hitting the walls and furniture. I was destroying the castle, so he had to lock me up.
At night when my powers were strong enough to escape, he became my personal guard. He made sure that I was in my bed and not dancing around the castle and the forest, and if I needed blood for my potion, he provided his. He had this idea that the only blood I should digest should be his, my husband's. He slept in my bed most of the time, the shameful man watched me carefully every day, but when I wanted to use my powers outside, he escorted me and guarded me.
"We need to talk." I was resting in my bed with his arms surrounding me like chains.
"What is it, darling?" He sounded sleepy with his head in my neck.
