When my brother brought her home, I knew something was up. Something was wrong. He didn't say anything about it. He didn't say much about anything at all. But the way she weakly laid in his arms, cradled like some sleeping princess. Now that meant something, didn't it?

Expectations and perceptions of love can be a cruel thing. Compromise, loyalty, understanding, affection? Kaiba snorted. (Kaiba's point of view as he battles a failed marriage. )