One would think that Elizabetha and Roderick had a fairly normal marriage.
One would think.
But in reality, despite their good graces and easy charm, there was much tension in this relationship. Because an ex-tomboy with self-control issues and an uptight arrogant aristocrat didn't make for a very smooth journey.
Oh it was a lovely journey, no doubt. But it was covered in bumps all the same. And sometimes the ride was so wild they nearly fell out of the carriage.
Take, for instance, the most innocent of quirks. Her obsession with frying pans. The problem with this seemingly minor issue was that she, in fact, ruined quite a few frying pans. And they were expensive.
Granted, it was not exactly her fault that a certain snooty Gilbert kept coming around, day after day, asking if she would still consider marrying him and whatnot. That was certainly enough motivation to keep a frying pan handy as a weapon. But as if that wasn't enough, she had to deal with an especially perverted Frenchman, who would sneak around, trying to see if her husband of all people was available for the night. Goodness, if that wasn't reason enough to dent pans on heads then she didn't know what was.
Even still, her husband was not pleased. He was quite the penny pincher, despite his opulent looks, and she knew that having to continuously buy frying pans was killing him slowly, from the inside.
But, her heart whispered to her, seductive. But you like frying pans. You want to live your own life, to be free to smash whoever you wish upon the face, to dominate the world with your frightful abilities.
She glared at the shiny frying pan hanging on the wall, just waiting for her hand to meld as one, to live and destroy.
Her hand twitched.
She did not touch the frying pan.
Her husband came in the kitchen, smiling, uncertain. She saw the weary look in his eyes; she could not bear seeing the pain of him losing her heart, as she fell in love with yet another kitchen utensil.
She sighed and came to him, hugging him tight, willing the pain away. She knew only one way to fix this.
"Honey, we need to buy a gun."