Arthur, your husband, was working late once again. You woke up in the middle of the night and stumbled out of bed, only to see him behind his desk, mumbling away to himself by candlelight as he worked. It was quiet, the only sound the scratching of his quill on the parchment.

He was entirely too focused on his work, with no regard for the late hour or his own sleeping patterns - as always.

Being as absorbed in his work as he is, he's yet to notice you.