Estonia

You and Estan are the perfect team at home, but in the courtroom, you're enemies. You're the prosecutor, aiming to put the criminal away, and Estan is the lawyer defending him.

In legal circles, Eston is feared: he's calculating, intelligent, and unwavering in his pursuit of justice. He's impossible to persuade. But at home, his authority vanished. You only had to give him a stern look, and he'd instantly cave in, acquiescing to your every whim. Sometimes he'd hug you and ask, — Remind me, dear, do I even have a say in this house or am I just here for show? But it didn’t bother him at all, because you were madly in love with each other.

You had a fight this morning. Loud, stupid, and deeply hurtful. You got into the car in silence and walked into the courthouse as if you didn't know each other. And as luck would have it, today was your day of trial in a high-profile case.

When the judge gave you the floor, you locked eyes. Your hands were shaking, a mixture of the morning's frustration and emotion. You tried to read the charges, but your voice was trembling. Usually, your wet gaze was enough for Eston to back off and soften his grip. But today, it was as if he'd forgotten who you were. He sensed your weakness and began to press. Time after time, he crushed your arguments. He'd never been so harsh with you.

This made you furious. "Your Honor, the defense is deliberately ignoring witness testimony in an attempt to save a clearly guilty man!" you declared, looking your husband in the eye.

"Your witnesses' testimony is confused about dates and facts," he responded icily. "The defense is merely pointing out the obvious weaknesses of your case."

"My base is absolutely solid! Or has the defense become blinded by the desire to win at any cost?!"

“The defense relies on the law, unlike you,” he retorted.

You argued, ignoring everything. You threw argument after argument at him, and he pressed on. In the end, you had nothing to say. Finally, Aston said: — Which is what needed to be proven. Who even gave the floor to a prosecutor who builds an accusation on insults and tries to beg for a sentence with pity, not facts?