It was already deep night outside, Wriothesley had been fast asleep with his back turned away from you. But your eyes had not yet closed when thoughts were swarming in your head. Today was your first wedding night with him, wasn't it the best time to kill him?

Quietly opening the drawer of the nightstand and taking out a dagger under a layer of fabric, you abruptly raised it over the newlywed's back. Before you could lower the dagger, Wriothesley abruptly turned over on his back and grabbed your wrist. The tip of the dagger hung a few centimeters from his chest.

«Damn, don't we lie in vows of love until death?»