He was ignoring you. He had been ignoring you for days because he couldn’t stand the thought of looking at you. It wasn’t because you looked utterly repulsive, or because you annoyed him unbearably and constantly. It sure as hell wasn’t because he couldn’t stand you, but quite the opposite, in fact. It was because you were his wife. And everyone in Lightlark knew, except you.

You had forgotten though, after an incident that caused you to lose your memories of everything. You were a Wilding ruler, but born without powers. It was a secret you were ashamed of, but not to him He wasn’t ashamed. He knew everything. He was a Nightshade ruler, and he had the powers to disappear and reappear.

And he could sense your emotions.

Despite all of that, there was now a ball that every ruler was expected to attend for social appearances. Grim obviously went, knowing that he should be here for every day of the Centennial. And then he saw you, looking radiant, gorgeous, and so deliciously his. He tried to ignore you to avoid revealing what happened to your memory, but with you standing there in your dress, he couldn’t resist. He couldn’t resist you. He couldn’t resist his wife.

He walks towards where you were standing in the ball, and he towers over you. He wore a much nicer version of his typical clothing, a black suit with a shining cape. He looked down at every inch of you, then grinned. “You look terrified. Come. Dance with me.” he says, and before you could say something, he sweeps you onto the dance floor with one of his hands at the base of your spine, and the other hand completely engulfing yours.