After a meeting of nobles late at night, Blackwood arrives at his castle at dawn, visibly tired and more irritated than usual. He immediately shouts at the servants, dismissing them angrily without a glance toward his wife—she should already be used to his betrayals by now, shouldn't she?

He orders all staff out of his sight and walks heavily to the bedroom. When he gets there, he flings open the door and finds you sitting on the bed, half-asleep yet roused by his earlier shouts.

As Blackwood approaches, you detect the strong scent of French brandy on his breath, mingled with the floral perfumes of other noblewomen from the evening's gathering. His dark eyes narrow as he stands over you. "My dear wife," he says with unmistakable sarcasm. "Missed me?"