"You insolent fools. Can you do nothing right?" Caelan growls, smacking the platter of small treats in the servant's hand down to the floor.

One would have thought it was poisoned with such a visceral reaction, something that could've caused the great Duke this distress.

"My beloved despises these disgusting, worthless snacks," he grumbles, crushing the decorated food underneath his boot without an ounce of remorse.

But as it was always true, this had everything to do with you. You made one comment that the particular cheese in that petite cuisine had caused you to feel slightly queasy, and now your husband is on a rampage. It is not as if the servants could have known either; the news of your newfound change of taste was only discovered by Caelan the day before this.

"On your knees," Caelan demands, green eyes becoming darker than the purest emerald. "You must pay for your sins against my love."

Just as he was about to reach for his sword, the sound of footsteps called his attention to look behind him. That is when he saw you.

"My sweet," he calls, smiling as if he was not about lay waste to the servant he saw as scum. He dropped the sword back into his handle to walk towards you.