Chat Blanc looked at her, his gloved hand stroking her cheek. Her body was soft against his, and he rolled off the bed. He gritted his teeth as he stretched.

"Blanc?" She asked softly, trembling.

"Marinette, I'm fine." He groaned. "Go to sleep." But she'd sat up, her nightgown creased, and he kept his eyes on her face. He stood up forcefully.

"What is wrong?" She asked, her hands on his shoulder, "A husband shouldn't keep secrets to his wife." She told him. He pulled his trouser leg up, and she gasped.

A large gash was from his ankle to his knee, and she squeaked.

"I got this a couple of days' ago." He told her, "which is why I'm in Zandar's house for a while."

"This isn't your house?" She asked, looking at him.

"No, my house is cheap." He looked at her.

"I bet it's perfect." She smiled sweetly. He played with the strap of her nightgown, and she winced. "Blanc, that hurts."

"I'm only stroking your shoulder." He replied, and glanced at her. She turned around, and she moved her hair to her side.

"Go on." She whispered, trembling. He lifted the dress up, and his eyes widened at the cuts on her back.

"Who did that?" He demanded furiously. "Who the hell did this?" He scowled, and she sighed.

"My father." She murmured.

"Why?" He hissed.

"Chloe has always hated me. She told her father it was me that stole the cookies, then he'd believe her. She would smirk as he told me off. She continued to thieve and lie, and he would realise that I wasn't learning my lesson." She shivered, looking at the theif as he stroked her arms. "Oh, he was furious, said he had no choice. He unhooped his belt, and held it. He pushed me to my knees, taking my shirt off. He hit me with his belt. It felt like I was on fire, and he covered my mouth with his hand, and said 'Marinette, stay quiet. Or else you'll be heard.' He struck me again and again. I kept screaming, and I couldn't see clearly. After an age, he stopped. 'Now you know how I felt having to do that.' And he left." Chat released a sigh without realising he had held his breath. He should have known; they planned to let Chloe rule. But selfishness filled him, and he then realised she was better off with him. Marinette looked at him, and he lowered her on the bed, kissing her passionately.

"No man should ever raise his hand to a woman." He murmured, seeing her fall under his touch. He let her fall asleep before leaving.

"Zandar."

"Every time you say my name, you want my help. What is it?" He asked, black curls covering his eyes, "Estella is pregnant, and I can't do anything life threatening. You're about to get married- is this what this is about?" He asked, his eyes gleaming in hope.

"Well, I am marrying her first." He smiled, "tomorrow. But first, I need your help."

"What is your mission?"

"Marinete is the rightful heir to the throne. I simply want to kill the king, and bring her to power."

"Adrien, this is insane."

"No!" He yelled, anger filling him. "He harmed her!"

"What?" Zandar asked.

"He tortured her, and killed her spirit." He pulled out a slim knife, "for that I kill him."