Before she stabbed him and left him for dead, Antonin had always been the sort to all but demand his rights as her husband. Not that she minded usually. He was a man of many talents and he was almost always in a much better mood afterwards. With such a voracious appetite for the tastes of the flesh, she wondered what he did while she was gone for an entire year. Andromeda Tonks had been dead for three years. Were there other women she didn't know about? He was always discreet in his extramarital affairs, unlike his wife. She only knew about the wretched bitch because their relationship had been going on long before they married.