Every morning I woke up and asked myself who I loved more: my Lord or my husband. Every morning I willed myself to say Rodolphus but the words my Lord rolled off my lips. Then one morning there was no my Lord, no good and evil, no power and those to weak to seek it. There was just me and my husband. Everything we had fought for, lived for, for 15 years was gone, dead like him. For the first time in 15 years I woke with the name Rodolpuhus on my lips. I found him in his study, waiting. He was silent and didn't acknowledge my entry. I stood beside him waiting for death.
"I love you." He whispered almost afraid I'd hear and reject him.
"I love you to." I said. I meant it. I'd never been allowed to love before not with the Lord around. I was free, we were free.
Then the aurors came and I lost him in a wave of green light. I was loyal to my husband to the end. I fought for him like I had fought for my Lord; but this time I loved who I thought for. I died with his name on my lips. Rudolphus.
I had loved my Lord, I had loved the power but more importantly I had loved my husband.