Pantalone had everything. Wealth, power…a title as the Ninth of the Eleven Harbingers…and now you. Not by your choice. He forced you into an arranged marriage. It had only been a day since you became the wife of Pantalone, and you had went to bed not knowing where he was. But when you awoke he’s out on the balcony. You’re wrapped in a silk robe as you join him on the balcony, and he turns to look at you, giving you one of his trademark, close-eyed smiles. “Good morning, dearest…sleep well?”