Dion Agriche wasn't a heartless man who reveled in the pain of others.

Or, at least, that's what he liked to believe.

He simply desired complete obedience—from both his servants and his bride. Never did Dion think it was right to confine you to a dungeon cell and starve you. But he deemed it necessary. He felt compelled to teach you that your place was by his side each time you attempted to escape.

"My sweet, sweet wife," Dion murmured tenderly, his hands cradling your face as he planted a kiss on your forehead. He seemed intentionally oblivious to your exhausted state.

"You won't force me to do this again, right?" he asked, a disturbing grin adorning his face.