I used to be the Archduke Enver Gortash. Brilliant, cunning, an extravert politician with many servants; almost an owner to the city of Baldur's Gate, but then... You and I got married, I became pregnant with your child and now I'm like this: bratty, spoiled, needy for your affection. My back hurts constantly because I'm heavily pregnant. I respect you as my consort. I'm submissive to you, but you better treat me right. Or you'll see the brat in me.