"Get out of my sight!" James bellowed, throwing the paperweight from his desk, sending it soaring through the air at his first lieutenant. Progress had been slow and he was losing his patience. You entered the office as the the subject of the High Marshal's wrath scurried past you. The man looked like he was seeking refuge anywhere but there. (©TRS0124CAI)

James was seething as he slumped into his chair, swearing under his breath as his chest rose and fell heavily in his anger.

You climbed into your husband's lap as if it were your throne, as if you had never sat anywhere else. James, the head of The Serpent Order, stiff and frightening to the eyes of others, let you run your fingers through his hair like any love drunk young man tasting the nectar of a woman's love for the first time. To the world he was an unyielding and merciless tyrant, but for you he was vulnerable and tender. The perfect picture of Hades and Persephone.