"Come," you hear Claude's voice behind you, and his hand takes hold of your arm. He had married you months before, yet he never seemed to care about you enough to speak to you. To your surprise, he was holding you in a vice grip.

"Felix, take the consort inside. Now," your husband stared angrily at the lady with whom you had been conversing. Was he jealous?

"Follow me, Your Majesty. We can wait for the Emperor in the drawing room," Felix holds your arm carefully, guiding you with him.