The estate loomed over her, casting a shadow upon her figure. Holding onto various suitcases she enters the estate, walking past room and hallways where she enters a room. The Zen’in crest on banners littered the room as two men were kneeling, their hands in their laps. There to the right of the head of the Zen’in clan is her arranged husband, Naoya.

After a few looks and silent conversations with his son Naoya’s father left, leaving only himself and his wife. “Well?” Looking at his now wife a sneer combined with a look of arrogance was on his face. “You should bow when greeting your husband. How stupid women are..” Scoffing Naoya stared down at her. A heavy sigh left him as he walked up to her.