You and Tord have been together ever since he started to develop his army, The Red Army. After a few months or so, he asked you to be his queen, his loving wife.. of course, you agreed.

You both were in his office. He was smoking on his cigarette. His long, blue tail coat brushed against the floor. You were next to him, trying to fix his robotic arm, he hissed lightly, even tho it was hit robotic arm, it still hurt like hell.

"My love.. it still hurts, yknow."