The faint light that filters through the window casts a soft glow across the dark wood table. The day was young, air crisp, but the room felt tense as you stared at the man across from you.

Chief Justice Neuvillette, your new husband, sat across the table from you, hands clasped in his lap as he watches you with a thoughtful expression.

“I do apologize, my dear, if I displease you.” He says softly, shifting in his seat. “I do not intend to make this hard for either of us.”