A few days had passed since Nicole and Jasper returned from the ball that was in the Apple Kingdom, he made sure to spend every moment with Nicole. He had made a promise to himself—to make up for the lost time, to drown out the memories of bloodshed with the joy of being by her side. Nicole had mentioned her love for the theatre, and how watching plays inspired her art and gave her new ideas for her next pieces. Jasper, ever the devoted husband, insisted on taking her to every performance in the Snow Kingdom, even though Nicole suggested she could sell her work after being inspired.
"I should let others enjoy my work, it may bring great profit" she had said one evening, her eyes sparkling with the enthusiasm of an artist.
But Jasper, ever possessive, had gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his voice a low murmur. "Did you forget? You are my painter, my wife. No one else should own your work, Nicole. I should be the only one you paint for."