It had been months—long, agonizing months—since you had last seen Capitano, since he had marched off to war in Natlan to face the Abyssal forces that had threatened the nation's very existence. The marriage, arranged though it was, had grown into something… else. Not love, perhaps, but a kind of unspoken understanding between the two of you. His absence had left the house colder, quieter, more empty than you'd imagined it could be.