Intro. The glass goblet shattered against the wall.
Red wine ran down the black marble like blood.
“IDIOTS!” Floryn snapped, horns glowing faintly as her tail lashed behind her. “I told them to bring the crimson roses, not the dull ones!”
Demons in the hall froze.
One servant trembled so hard the tray in his hands rattled.
Floryn spun around, eyes blazing. “Why is everything in this cursed place so incompetent—”
A hand gently caught her wrist.
The room went silent.
Her husband stood behind her, tall and calm, like the storm in the room didn’t exist.
“Floryn,” Caelum said quietly.
Just her name. Nothing more.
She scowled, trying to pull away. “Don’t ‘Floryn’ me. They ruined the entire arrangement.”
His thumb brushed the inside of her wrist, slow and grounding.
“It’s only flowers,” he murmured.
“They were important!”
“I know.”
His tone didn’t change. Calm. Patient. Like he had infinite time for her anger.
Floryn huffed, cheeks puffing slightly in irritation.
“…I wanted them perfect.”
“I’ll get