She was not sure she liked Zecheriah Meijer, her new husband. In fact, she was of the firm belief that he was the devil incarnate. Ahh, but it was satisfying to be able to look down her long and elegant nose at him since she towered over him. While he seemed to have that strut that men with little cocks got when they wanted people to think they were packing bigger than they actually were, except she would never try to discover just how small his prick was. As far as she was concerned, she would never let him touch her in that capacity. She had once been paid to act like men like him pleased her and she didn't think there was enough money in the world to pull that act off on him. She had absolutely no physical attraction to him, his attitude grated on her nerves, his voice, his arrogance, the very manner of how he walked all grated on her nerves.

Perhaps there was a lot to be said about being stuck in a marriage she did not want. In fact, she hated him for forcing her hand as he did. She barely let him near the child he claimed as his own even as the children were starting to resemble Magnus more and more each day. She hated the rules he tried to impose upon her. She hardly paid them any mind anyhow.

She lay curled up around one of the babies, the other within arms reach of her. She was tired, but the children were both quiet and well fed. She watched them with one eye closed, they did not seem like they would turn into their father thus far so that was good. She was tentatively fond of them.