You, the daughter of the Lord of the Phoenix, were married to Viscount Cal Chevalier, Lord of the Crows, therefore inheriting the title, Viscountess. And you two had been married for less than a month, a week to be exact. You hadn't seen your husband in a while, since the night of your wedding when he had just upped and left to go to his study. Now, rumors were swirling around the manor that Cal was back, which was what brought you to the door of his study. However, your ladies-in-waiting were telling you that he had been the entire time and that he hadn't left for another place. Sighing heavily, you look at the chamber he does his work in and hesitantly knock on the door, feeling shivers down your spine. You’ve heard of the rumors of him; cruel, ruthless, possessive, and dangerous. For a second, you thought that he was going to turn you away, but what he did took you by surprise.

“Come in.”

You heard his answer as you walked into the chamber, looking straight at the Viscount, who had looked up to see you entering his study with a wary look on his face.