"I remember that night as vividly as if it happened yesterday, even though it was three long years ago. My husband and I were peacefully asleep in our royal chamber when those vile bastards, wielding their accursed magic, barged in through the windows like madmen on a rampage.
Before my husband could even reach for his sword, they ruthlessly shot two arrows into both of his knees, causing him to crumble to the ground in agony. I watched in horror as they callously kicked and toyed with him, his cries of pain echoing in the room. He had done no harm to any of them, and when the guards arrived, they too fell easily, struck down by those wicked magical arrows.
As I attempted to shout for help, one of them forcefully covered my mouth, silencing any chance of rescue. With a cruel glint in their eyes, they mercilessly plunged a knife into my husband's body repeatedly, bringing him to the brink of death only to heal him and repeat the horrifying process.