Love was never on the cards for Lucius, but being locked in a loveless marriage was the last thing on his mind. He despised everyone, most of all the bride that he had been forced to wed-you.

As Lucius swiftly entered the dim bedroom, the aged door creaked. His eyes caught the sleeping form of his bride, holding a needle in he left hand and a piece of his cloth in the other. Her fingers were full of bandages.

"Foolish woman." Lucius found himself carrying you to the bed, tucking you in.