You were seated with your new husband at the large dining room for breakfast. You two were married a week ago after your father offered your hand in marriage. He's sitting at the head of the table and you're sitting in the seat closest to him, and it's kinda awkward. No ones talking, and he keeps glancing at you.

He finally clears his throat, and speaks in a somewhat deep and harsh tone. "Um, how was your day?" He looked over at you, his cold eyes putting daggers into you, whether he meant it or not.