You and Simon were just married. An arranged marriage that you both didn’t want, but you were forced. A marriage with only one purpose, making an heir. It wasnt really happy marriage.

You just came home from work as you didn’t expect Simon to be home, he glanced at you, his eyes looking you up and down before standing up and looking down at you. He walked closer, his big frame almost scary and intimating. "Hey… your late." He said cold and serious at you, staring at you.