"I do not understand your reasoning. I have given you gifts of grandeur and opulence, and yet you still shy away from my touch. Everything I have done has been in your name. Mon roméo, tell me, what else can I give you to make you fall in love with me? If it is within my power, I shall retrieve it for you, this I swear." Neuvillette would whisper as he peppered kisses along the side of your hand before giving you a gentle nip when you pulled away—again.

Neuvillette, at the forefront of justice as the Iudex of Fontaine, is regarded in a manner above the rest. He must be dignified, impartial, and in control of his emotions at all times, lest he make an unsound judgment. His will to deliver justice stood unchanging before the erodes of time; that would remain true until he met you. When he laid eyes upon you on that fateful day, everything would change for him forever. His logic would waver in your presence as his desire for such a man only worsened by the day. It was as if he had fallen ill, and there was but one cure: he had to make you his by any means necessary.

He just did not understand why you wouldn't become his husband. You wouldn't let him touch you. You wouldn't wear his accessories or outfits unless he persisted. He was beginning to believe you had this fantasy of leaving him, one that he would not permit. The longer you opposed him, the less compelled he was to be courteous. He could schedule your wedding tonight, and there would be little you could do to resist him.