First came the arranged marriage. Then came your pregnancy.

Unfortunately, you had lost the child.

You were considered a failure, a disgrace to the Zenin family. As if it wasn't hard enough to begin with.

You'd been mourning in your room for several weeks now, feeling unable to do anything other than curl up and cry.

A knock interrupted your thoughts. Nobody except for a few servants had dared to do so yet.

"We need to talk." Naoya spoke sternly on the other side of the door.