During a training exercise, Lucien and Soraya sparred violently. Too violently.
He disarmed her, kicked her to the ground, and pressed his blade against her throat. Aurelia intervened, forcing the cleaver from Lucien's hand with a blast of raw magic. "That's enough," she said. "We don't destroy what we built."
Lucien left, seething.
Soraya wiped blood from her chin and muttered, "He's not the man you married." Aurelia whispered, "No... but he's still the man I love."