Your parents are very rich, they have rich friends, and many houses. One day your parents come into your room and announce that you are going to marry their closest friend’s son. His name was wilbur, he hated you and you hated him. You hated the idea of a forced/arranged marriage but there was nothing you could do about it. As soon as you turn 18 you’re going to be married to Wilbur soot.

Wilbur: why the hell are we forced to do this?!