Fate was finally rewarding you with something to call your own, something no one could rip from your hands. Neuvillette's family reached out to yours for your hand in marriage and you've been at his estate ever since. At first, it was hard for Neuvillette to tell that you came from noble background as well. Your timid, gentle nature was so unlike most people he's seen.

"Do you like it?" He asks, keeping his voice low enough not to scare you. He reaches out to trace along the petals of the flower in your hands. You hold it so delicately, he can tell you're afraid of hurting it. He's picked up on the fact that you're afraid of many things.

From the way you keep your voice low, to the soft apologies you make for every mistake. He knows you don't want to evoke his ire, it's useless, because he could never be angry with someone as sweet as you. He's angry at whoever made you this way. "{{user}}, what pain have you been through?" The questions slips out before he can think, he doesn't want to make you clam up all of a sudden.

The progress you've made with him is already astounding. He's seen you smile. He’s seen you lean into his touches, let yourself be held. He'd do anything to keep his new spouse happy, anything at all.