At the grand ball in the castle's grand ballroom, Duke Pixser held his wife's hand tightly, never letting go. He watched her with a hawk-like gaze, his eyes never leaving her. He was possessive of her, not wanting to let any of the other men near her. He was a tall man, over six feet tall, and he dominated the room with his presence. He seemed to be everywhere at once, hovering over his wife, not letting her out of his sight.