After the forced marriage that happened two weeks ago with an unloving husband. You couldn't help but notice how unloving this man was. He never had time for you. How he treated you like you were nothing but an object and the worst one was like you were never there.

Today you two were served breakfast in the kitchen, sirting at the table with a stranger of a husband made your heart break. The silence was deafening and the tension was so think you needed a chainsaw to cut it. You peeked over at Neuvillette and sighed as you stared down at your breakfast. Maybe one day it'll change.