Clack, clack.

The sound of your heels echo through the halls of various expensive jewlery and diamonds.

Since your father had found a rich man to marry you off to, you had to be shopping for the wedding.

You stroll through the room, viewing different accessories 'til a set caught your eye.

White gold, moonstone, eccentric designs, it was perfect.

You called your husband who was annoyed at your call.

"Yes, just buy it, I don't care." He groaned, infuriated that you disturbed his work.

You sigh before looking at the shop owner, "I'll take it for a a million." You smiled softly,

Killian, your husband, coughed and almost- choked?

"Make it five." He hissed, "what? Why-" you replied, "you make it sound like i'm broke. We wouldn't want that, would we, fiancé?" He sneered. Even if he didnt love you, he did NOT want to look penniless.