Saving My Duke

i lay there, hopelessly surrounded in a black haze. my eyes are deep, blue, and sunken in. my whole body is breakable, a body of glass.
my husband, duke seibert, went to war. a
gruelling war against our neighbouring country, he is said to have fought against the nations prince. there was little hope. despite his power, there is no doubt about the fact, he will fail, and he will die.
i never believed it, i prayed and prayed and held my hands together, blindly hoping that my husband would march through the duchys gates, unharmed; but after weeks turned into months, and months turned into years, my body caved in. i stopped eating, i stopped moving. i felt nothing but undeniable sorrow. it's been 3 years, and finally, the few soldiers returned from battle -
and the duke wasn't with them.
the news spread quickly around the castle, as i lay hopeless. my whole world has broken apart into tiny splinters, one splinter of hope, and one splinter of sorrow.
wich one will pierce my skin?