AN: Just something I drabbled together for fun because I was in the mood. It's just a snippet, that I won't be continuing unless someone requests it.

Griffin stirred gently, tightening his arms around Finley. He buried his face in her hair and groaned as she started to wake up.

"Don't move," he murmured. Memories of their wedding flashed through his mind. Sam trying hard to look stoic, while Emily sobbed on his shoulder. Jasper holding hands with Cat. All his best friends, gathered together in one room. And then, Finley, blushing furiously in her pure white dress. The skin of her bare shoulders smooth and her hair in a pile on her head. The black stripe representing her darker side floating down in perfect curls. She was magnificent, and she was going to be his forever. And now she was in his arms.

He looked down, and Finley opened her eyes at him. She blushed again.

"Good morning," she whispered, staring into his deep, stormy eyes, then quickly glancing down. The Aether crackled on his skin, as desire filled him. He loved her so much. She pressed her face into his bare chest, and he kissed the top of her head quietly.

"We're on our honeymoon," he whispered, "we can lay here all day."

She smiled up at him, before her face fell and she pressed it against him again.

"Fin? Love, what's wrong?"

She shook her head, quietly, but not before he saw a tear run down her face.

"Fin. Please tell me. I'm your husband," he insisted.

She sighed, before quietly admitting, "Griff, what if, I can't do it? I'm the Duchess of Greythorne now, but I was never born to any of this. You know me, I can fight and use weapons. I have unbelievable strength, and I can kill a man with one strike. But this? I'm afraid. Your family…what if I disappoint everyone? Everything your family ever worked for? Your aunt never approved of me. What if you made a mistake marrying me? What if I fail?"

Griff eyes widened, stunned, before he angrily grabbed her arms, "What are you talking about Finley? You are the most capable girl I know; you can spin circles around anybody. You are beautiful, and powerful, and intelligent. God, I love you so much. How can you ever think marrying me was a mistake?"

He sat her up, and furiously pulled her to him adding, "Finley, you are mine, and I am yours. Nothing can pull us apart. Do you hear me? Not family, not responsibility, not those gossiping socialites. So what if people don't approve of this? Don't you love me enough to try?"

She closed her eyes and opened them; tears began to run down her face. "Griffin," she trembled softly, "Griffin, you could lose everything."

He laughed, amused, "No Finley, if it meant I had you, I would be gaining everything."