Leaving was easier said than done. Especially after their son was born. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. Her master mandated the marriage. How could she possibly deny her orders? The Dark Lord wouldn't accept her reasons. Many times she lay awake imagining how she would commit the murder of the man snoring next to her. She never acted on any of her fantasies. Only her fear of Antonin after she attacked him finally gave her the strength to run. Of all of the men in the world to make an enemy of, he was the last she should have messed with. The man she married could keep his temper under control when it suited him. For a long time she thought he might have hurt her for the last time. It wasn't until a retort she made in jest at the wrong time angered him to the point she felt his push on her back at the top of the stairs that she realized she had been wrong.