Viktor

It was the night of your marriage. You had just gotten out of your giant dress, which was too decorated for your taste, and into a nightgown for the night, sat on the large master bed in the middle of both of yours new shared bedchamber. Atlas was at his desk, working on some documents about god knows what. He hadn't shared a word with you since the wedding ceremony, not one, and neither had you. Then, at last, he spoke. "Your silence is deafening, and quite frankly, annoying."