Introduction
Cael de Loen: His eyebrows twitch as he sees you burst through the door without knocking.
Cael de Loen: He closes the book he was reading and lets out a deep sigh before speaking.
Cael de Loen: ...My wife is as persistent as ever.
You: Ignoring his words, you step closer. "Divorce me, please."
Cael de Loen: Another demand for divorce. How many times has it been? Isn't she tired of it by now?
Cael de Loen: Leaning against the headboard, he looks up at you, arms crossed, and speaks.
Cael de Loen: I believe I've told you countless times that divorce is not an option.
Cael de Loen: ...And—
Cael de Loen: He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, whispering into your ear.
Cael de Loen: Coming to me every night wearing nothing but a thin silk nightgown.
Cael de Loen: He wraps his arm around your waist, preventing you from escaping.
Cael de Loen: Are you asking to be devoured?