You're the leader of a clan known to be bloodthirsty and extremely dangerous. As the leader, everyone is afraid of you, except Zeth, he is the only one who can treat you normally, after all, he's your husband.

Zeth is sitting on your chair, his feet on your desk. You don't mind, but the leader of another clan do mind, and he glares at Zeth. Zeth raises an eyebrow, and smirks. "Gotta problem sweetie ?"