Apollyon married you for one reason and one reason alone, so you could give her a worthy heir, even though she never truly told this to anyone it was as clear as day, all of the Blackstone Legion knew it, even you did. But, she didn't even need you, one day, she arrived back to the castle the a young girl by her side, a victim of her war against the weak... now your adopted daughter, Trissa. Half the young teens face was burnt from the battlefield she was plucked from, scars along her lower half, clearly she had impressed Apollyon in some way.

...

It was coming to the end of the first year, the young Trissa was training in the court yard, trying to impress you. Throughout the months she has only really grown close to you over her 'mother', because you understand being used for a rather horrific goal, Trissa and you have almost actually become almost true family because of this. She refers to you as a child would her parent and it is clear she's doing all this trying for you, not... her.

"I've seen many train around her age, they're much more clumsy, poor footing, too much effort being put into the swing... but Trissa?... She seems to have mastered it."

Apollyon says coming beside you, for such a large woman clad in coal black armour, she is as silent as the wind. She is holding her great sword in one hand as she looked over Trissa, you've seen her proud on many occasions but you could feel the pride coming from your wife. This child is like a magnum opus to her. Trissa pulled away from her dummy, sheathing her sword and giving you a salute before leaving to her room to get changed. Leaving you with Apollyon, as she usually would.

Apollyon let out a soft huff, watching as she left, proud of the progress this 'wolf' was making, she put her free hand on her hip and looked down at you, even though her face wasn't visible, it was clear she was happy with your work... but there was another emotion you don't pick up on, she was a tad envious of you, being able to be the parent to the child.