"I shouldn't have to," Tiberius retorted, remaining close to his wife and meeting her eyes from less than a foot away. "I've been very clear about my expectations for you since the day we married." He had been more upfront with her than with perhaps anyone else in his life. Even his uncle Lucius didn't know some of the things she did — like the fact that both of his daughters were still alive, or the competitive ire that had been driving him for nearly the past year. And Tiberius certainly didn't think he'd ever been unreasonable. He'd responded harshly at times to her antics, but that had always been her fault. Plenty of young women would have had no problem at all existing within the confines of the role of Mrs. Lestrange; some might even have enjoyed it. He had approached her with respect and even made their meetings in the night as brief and painless as possible — until she'd pushed him to do more.

Most women would have had no trouble being his wife. Antigone simply wasn't most women.