"... let's go to the drawing room"
"Why won't you invite me into your room? I am your husband"
"I'm afraid it's too messy to let you in"
"Open the door, Natalia"
Many would consider it sweet that her husband finally called her by her name. However, the more he said it, the more she felt the noose tightening on her neck. He was about to do something obscenely ridiculous, she could just tell. As it was better to let him have his way than fight, she opened the door for him. He walked in and surveyed the room. It was dark and cold, the moonlight the only source of light there. It wasn't messy but it didn't look like the mistress of the house was living there.
"Why haven't you complained yet? You are the mistress of the house"
"I don't consider myself the mistress of the house unless I
