"You're. . . you're hurting me, Aimery."
He lowered his gaze to look at her, his eyebrows thick and heavy over his eyes like gashes in his forehead that were daring her to repeat herself, to cry out again, to remind him that the feeling of his hands around her neck caused her pain. "Shut up, Winter."
Winter. He had taken to calling her by her name ever since their forced marriage, and every time he said it it cut through her like a knife. He squeezed his fingers tighter around her neck, and she couldn't breathe, but pulling at them would only make him dig in deeper, so she closed her eyes and waited for the pain to stop.
Author's Note: I know this is pretty dark. . . I wrote it at the request of a friend who really wanted to see Aimery and Winter married. Also, excuse the title. I'm terrible at titles and I liked the Hamilton reference in this one. So.