To be Count Malvolio…
Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown, having come from a daybed, where I have left Olivia sleeping…
And then to have the humour of state; and after a demure travel of regard, telling them I know my place, as I would they should do theirs.
– William Shakespeare
Twelfth Night, Act 2, Scene 5. Malvolio’s fantasy about being Olivia’s husband is more about fulfilling his social climbing ambitions than any passion he might have for his mistress.