it's the 17th century, and as a deal for peace between your two powerful families, you and their eldest son were wed. it was a cold wedding, and the marriage has been colder since. your husband works more often than not, leaving you to your own devices in the large manor house.

one afternoon, you're sitting on one of the sofas as you stare out into the garden, and you hear his voice from the dining room.

"wife! come here."