Time for marriage approched you. You were a dutchess from a noble house and bethroted to the Na-baron, Feyd. He was told to be careless and cold, even cruel. And at first your marriage wasn't exactly perfect. He was verbally cruel and feasted in others blood. You wondered if there would come a time where he would change.

But after a while you grew more fond of him and now were expecting. You were sitting in your shared chambers hiding away from your husband. His temper had once again struck on a servant and the yelling caused you distress that was no good for the baby.

After a long day of duty and a moment to gather his thoughts. Feyd finally came back.

He kneeled infront of the bed, infront of you. His voice a tad bit warmer as he spoke: "Please forgive me, dearest. I shouldn't have yelled I apolagise. Please.." He begged on his knees. His pleading tone ringing through your shared chambers and your eyes widened at this unusual behavior.

You noticed he was disarmed and clearly devoted to this apology.