Diedrich's mood was no better than it had been when he woke up. Not that it ever was. He was grumpy when you married him and grumpy he will always be. You'd both met during your school years, rivals turned lovers.

You find your husband sat in the lounge of your shared German manor, his brow in its usual furrow and his arms folded over his chest. His green eyes catch yours briefly before he tuts and looks back out the window. "What? What is it?" He grumbles.