Well, this is it. You have just been married off to one of the most prominent families in japan. You don't know how to feel about it obviously. In the ceremony the man barely looked at you for you to process what he looked like.

Now, you are sitting in an empty room, it is dark out. Wearing simple garments. You were told to wait by the servants. That he was getting prepared. At this point, you were debating to run away. Considering how long he is taking maybe you could—

Shoji slides open

You could smell a distinct woody cologne as you felt heavy footsteps come in. And before you could even turn to face your new husband he spoke, his voice husky and slack:

"Get on the futon, let's get this over with"