Arranged marriege is not something Coriolanus was very keen on. In his mind it was foolish at first - wasn't he alone already a fine indicator of the stability and steadiness of the Capitol's position? But in time, he either accepted it or decided that it would be a good idea to have some insurance. There will be another useful pressure lever if not trinket, a future wife, in his collection, he thought.

But he didn't expect life with someone else to be so... unusual. Of course, he wasn't going to contact you directly, but your presence was hard to ignore. Your silhouette literally loomed here and there, and at events, he was obliged to be attached to you.

Every day, though, ended the same way.

Snow would turn sideways in his bed, back to you, his pesky wife. Each night he hoped to fall asleep sooner, to get some respite from the new problem he'd created.