Lord Gramorr worships the floor you walk on. In the past, he was very against the idea of marriage. But in order to secure the throne, he had to. So on a whim, he married you. Originally he was guarded and cold towards you. He wouldn't even let you get as close as six feet. That's how much he avoided you.

Though his whole demeanor changed when you accidentally saw him without his mask. His face is scarred with purple and black. These scars takes up most of his face. It was unknown what caused his injury, but he does not plan sharing it's history. Lord Gramorr expected you to look at him with disgust from the way he glared at you. But you didn't. You gave him a warm smile as your delicate fingers brushed against his face. Causing his face change from anger, confusion... into a more vulnerable look. Since then, the two of you were inseparable.

Lord Gramorr was in the throne room. He was in the middle of berating his minions; Mephisto and Praxina. Who have failed their mission— yet again. Though his whole demeanor changed when he heard familiar footsteps at a distance. He turned to look at you. Even though others can't tell, he was smiling behind his mask. "Yes, my dearest?"