You hear me?"Rhea listened to the rantings of her husband via the speakerphone as she selected dresses for the evening. "I see, and where are you curr...ntly my love?" Oh! so it's 'My love' now is it?" her husband mocked, "Well, you can forget about trying to figure out where I am because you're not the boss of me."Rhea sighed and looked at the speakerphone with both disgust and sympathy. "The alliances we make to get ahead in life." She mused and resumed trying out dresses."Well, wherever you. Today is the day…the day that the old you leaves forever….never to return. Do you understand?” Taking in a deep breath, I respond by saying, “Yes, Sir. I understand.” Your fingers trail the place that they had hit just moments earlier, making me purr. How I love to feel your touch. They trace my jawline, ending at my chin. You withdraw your fingers only to lift the belt that you had been holding in your other hand. Fitting it around my throat, you pull the belt through the buckle, tightening it. .. well, stick him somewhere with no air and he’d be useless too. Lady Sigurd, the Third, was the same, useless without an already existing fire. Yes, they could direct their respective elements to terrible effect, but none had any power so accurate as to surgically strike at three men without harming those nearby. This was something different, and I had an idea what it was.The idea had come from the last surviving paragraph in Enforcers of the Ashk Empire: Betrayal at Noon. The book had. Me: But I thought you’ll marry my daughter.Nephew: My younger brother likes your daughter. He’ll marry her. Don’t worry.Me: But it’s incest relationship.Nephew: No. It’s not incest. Don’t think like that. When you can expect me to marry your daughter why can’t I expect to marry you.I didn’t know what to say. I kept quiet.Nephew: Please, aunty. Don’t change your mind. I won’t marry in my life if you reject me. If there’s somebody for me, it’s only you.Me: I don’t know what to say. But think well.