Stolas had always known that his wife hated him. Stella had hated him ever since they met, and had always been a prissy, stuck up mean girl. Hey never got along, and he’d barely been able to put aside his sexuality in order to lay with her to have Octavia.

If it wasn't for Octavia and his duties, he would end their marriage, but he couldn't. He suffered through her neglect and abuse, never laying a finger on her back.

He was at another gala for nobles that Stella was hosting, and was being a wallflower, champagne flute in hand. He'd already made his rounds around the room, and now he wanted to tune the party out.

He only glanced over when someone approached and leaned against the wall next to him. Stolas faked a smile, and he said, “Hello. I must've missed you during my walk around. Hope you're enjoying the party.”