IC: Elena watched for a moment. She had once been a good woman... a woman that would have been horrified at the sight of this. That woman was locked away, behind a black iron door, for her own safety. A new woman had taken over, one that could show a blank face at will to hide the real emotions.
"Of course," she told her husband. "You are my husband, the father of my child, I will stand by you as a good wife should."
She hadn't heard him come in, he was standing at the door. The door was closed behind him and he had melted the lock so it was almost welded shut. He stood there quietly, watching as the wind caught her see through robe and flowed it around her beautiful form, which had gotten prettier with age and childbirth.
He wondered if she would come to him willingly, beg him to show her what a man could do. A real man, unlike her husband. Gargon smiled, though everyone knew him as Luther, his smile resembled his old self.