it had been raining all day, which only meant one thing - your husband was upset.

the sky weeped for neuvillette because he physically could not. you wondered what had happened; perhaps a bad court trial? or one of the melusines got injured? you couldn't concentrate on your own work whilst the thunder and rain were relentless outside. and so, you ran to his office, stepping inside without knocking.

"mon amour?" he muttered, looking up at you from his workload.