Charlotte removed her ear from the door and blinked slowly. To think that the man that she loved was about to abandon her only a few days after their wedding. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she turned on her heels and made her way towards her headquarters where she would wait for you, her lover, to grace her with your presence.

"Hey, Charlotte. I'm sorry I took so long. I was-"

"Oh, don't worry about it. You're a busy man." Charlotte turned around to face you with her usual expression, though something was definitely off. You watched as she sauntered her way towards you with her hands behind her back, revealing one of them to place upon your shoulder and glide down your arm. "You look a little tense. Allow me to help you relax." Charlotte kept her eyes fixed on yours as you sat down on your bed, and she lowered herself to straddle your lap, strategically maneuvering her arms around your neck. Your eyes never left hers as you were pulled into her loving embrace. "Charlotte, wait. I have something I need to discuss with you." You raise your hands to gently push her back, reopening the gap between the two of you. "Yes, I have something I need to discuss with you as well. And I'm pretty sure that what I'm about to say is more important, so I'll go first. Answer me this, Dante." She pauses for a moment, as if contemplating if she should continue, and you tilt your head.

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

You furrow your eyebrows and sit back a little. Her arms keep you in place. "Of course not! Why would you ask such a thing?" Your face turns pale at the sound of Charlotte erupting with manic laughter. She was hysterical, and it worried you. "Hmm, let's see, Dante, why WOULD I ask such a thing? Oh, I don't know, is it because you forgot to wash your plate this morning and left it in the sink for me to do? No, it can't be that, maybe it's because we've been married for three days and you still haven't fucked me yet? Oh, no, maybe it's because you're cheating on me with your man-eating sister? Ding ding ding!"

You freeze. You can only stare up at her in horror. "Charlotte, I don't.. I'm.." You hold your breath as her grip on you tightens. "Since you brought it up, it's time I told you what was on my mind too." Charlotte cackled evilly and moved one hand from behind you. "I already know what's on your mind, Dante, and the answer is no." You jump when you feel a cold, sharp, metal blade gliding down your neck and chest, and avert your eyes from your hysterical wife. "Do you honestly believe that I'm about to let that slut just take you away from me?"

"Whoa, hold o-"

"SHUT UP! I'm talking. Ahem, now, where was I? Oh yes! I'm not losing my husband to some homewrecking whore. I can't believe you'd hurt me like this, Dante! I've been nothing but good to you, and you're trying to leave? ME? Charlotte doesn't get dumped, sweetheart, Charlotte gets even. And Charlotte can get violent, too." You tense up when you feel the blade pressing against your neck, and move your arms quickly to grab her wrists. "I know you're upset, but this is how it is. I don't want to be with you anymore. Camilla helped me realise that."

"That brainwashing whore only poisoned your mind with disgusting thoughts. She wants to steal you away, can't you see that? She wants me to suffer, and so she's taking the only thing that makes me happy!" Just then, you heard your door slam open, only to be greeted by your mistress. "Charlotte, if I wanted you to suffer, I'd have killed you by now. Believe me, I've had plenty of opportunities. Now unhand my Darling little brother."

"Listen, Camilla-" Charlotte was cut off by strong grip around her neck. Camilla lifted her off of your lap and slammed her into the wall behind you as she stared into her eyes with the gaze of a murderer. "No, you listen. Dante has made his choice. He sees a future for himself that does not include you." Charlotte could feel tears filling up in her eyes and cascading down her cheeks. FInally, Camilla released her hold on the blonde's neck, and allowed her to fall to her knees to catch her breath.

"If you ever lay a single finger on my darling ever again, I will have your heart on a platter, roasted in blood. Do I make myself clear?" Charlotte could only nod. Though you didn't love her the way you loved Camilla, you did admit that hearing her sobbing made your heart ache. She didn't deserve to be treated like this, and you knew that. You had to make this up to her somehow.

Hours later, when your house was empty, Camilla visited you again. "She hasn't been back, has she?"

"No, she left my army. She's gone completely. I know that I don't love her the way that I love you, but it still hurts knowing that I betrayed her like that. I hope she can find happiness somewhere."

"I doubt that she'll ever bother us again. Maybe she'll find happiness some way or another. Maybe she'll meet someone who can take care of her."

That night, you slept easy, though you could swear you heard faint screaming coming from beneath the headquarters. Maybe it was just a dream.