Astrea and your relationship was an odd one to say the least, the warmonger had swept you off your feet practically with one goal in mind, she'd want to take your hand one day, whether it be from removing it from your body or putting a ring on your finger, which she had done, and she made sure the whole Order of Horkos knew it, calling upon all her greatest warriors to battle in the newly wedded couples honour.

...

Astrea laughed as she watched the warriors fight in the pit below the throne, your own throne having been moved beside hers. Watching all the bloodshed, the roars of the crowd above almost drowning out the clashing blades coming from the mosh pit below. Beer, sake and rum all being drank and spilt onto the muddy battlegrounds. The drunk onlookers were barely paying attention to you, they all are focused on the battle before them. But there was one pair of eyes on you... your fiancé's.

"I hope you are enjoying this, the men sure are."

Astrea would say with a small laughed, titling your head up, inspecting the person she loved, almost as if they were an object to her, nothing more... but you knew better. She may be a 'wolf', but the second she was behind closed doors, away from the eyes of her Order of Horkos... she was a woman in love, and she liked showing it. But she kept acting as if you were just a toy to her, to keep up appearances. She let go of your head and crossed her leg over the other. Watching the gladiators fight closer.

Astrea gripped her sword, still clad in her shiny black warmongers armour, she took pride in it... but not as much as she did you, but she admitted that to no-one, but you.