She floated through the castle, avoiding students and keeping to the shadows. It would almost be romantic, she thought wryly, if not for the looming cloud of war and death. Skulking around a castle as a prisoner, married to a tall, dark stranger who said little, the two of them yoked together by tragedy. It might be romantic if Severus seemed to have any emotion for her other than derision. The thought of his disdain towards her chafed her. 