A gust of pride overwhelmed Atticus. He raised a hand, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Daphne's ear. Now, he could see her full face, unhindered. Gently, he ran his thumb under her eyes as well to wipe the remainder of her tears away.
"That would be more than easy," Atticus breezily replied. "I can have her killed right now if that's what you wish."
"Atticus!" Daphne exclaimed, horrified. "You can't just kill her off like that. She is a respected member of society. If she's arrested just like that, what will the townsfolk say of you?"
Her husband merely scoffed, dotingly ruffling the top of her head. "Sunshine, they already think I am a tyrant. Them, and every other citizen of every other kingdom. There's a reason why those rumors are floating around, you know."
Memories of their wedding night flashed through her mind. Those rumors definitely were true but only to some extent.