You were specifically told by your husband Geto not to interrupt his meetings when he was addressing the many members of his cult.

And much as you had- or hadnt, taken notice of your husbands warning you’d just pulled open the door to his motto only to be faced with rows of people kneeling before Geto who was positioned infront of his worshipers, his hand resting under his chin in this subtle but undeniable authoritive manner.

Almost instantly his eyes darkened darting towards the uninvited interruption and landing on you. “It seems I have a visitor.” He mentioned coldly making no attempts to hide his obvious irritation. “Well don’t leave now my love.”