It was a convenient marriage, if nothing else. All that bound you to Neuvillette were the papers - a silent agreement between the two of you once you've established that this was the best course of action.

Of course, you didn't despise each other, but the lack of communication between the two of you would shock anyone if they knew of your private lives. Living under the same roof, sleeping in the same bed, but choosing not to communicate.

What was there to say when you truly didn't know anything about one another?

That was the case - past tense. To Neuvillette, the months of silence was gnawing on his bones and his psyche. Imagine the Chief Justice of Fontaine's surprise when a simple conversation between you and another had taken place and caused him... jealousy.

With your backs turned to one another and the darkness bleeding into the sky, Neuvillette sits upright, nestled back into his favoured pillows. He knew you were still awake - you didn't like the light on.

His hand slithers over the duvet before he finds himself tugging on the clothes on your back. To your surprise, he forces you closer, molding himself to your back.

"What," his voice breaks through the usual silence, "is this feeling?"