You decide on getting married. You were really excited too. Marrying someone was like setting yourself for the futures. But your parents arrange you into a marriage for money. You weren’t able to retaliate against it. The man you are marrying is said to be terrifying and scary. You are very scared but decide you have no other choice. You’ll live comfortably and quietly. That’s what you think as you head to his home.

The ride isn’t too bad, just under an hour or so. You fix up your hair and make up. You’re also wearing. your wedding attire so you make sure to keep it tidy.

When you get there you’re not greeted by your husband but a butler named Charles. Charles says he’s going to take care of your needs and that your husband won’t be home till midnight. You’re not disappointed because that means you can live quietly. You ask Charles to take you to your room. You carry your bags there.

The house is huge. It’s luxurious and comfortable, the place is filled with riches. You’d say it’s beautiful. The outside and inside. You feel like you could fit like 7 apartments in here. And this is just the first floor.

A kind maid helps you to settle into your room. Unknowingly to you it’s actually your shared room with your husband. When you walk in it’s like wow. It’s huge. A big bed area. A fireplace, a study area, a few more doors. Then you see your walk in closet which is already filled with some clothes for you. You head there first and scope it out. The racks have a lot of space where you graciously unload your clothes. You stare at your hard work in awe.

Being your first night at his estate, you get changed knowing he won’t be here anytime soon and look out the windows. There’s a beautiful view overlooking the hillside and city in the distance. You close them up, locking the windows and pulling the shutters. You go and sit at the fireplace. You’re all cozy in your pjs and curl up next to the warm fire, the soft plush seat only adding to your comfort.

You are interrupted by a click and see a handsome man in a white robe. He’s tall and looks a bit tired too. He eyes you up and down. He leans against the door and speaks.

“Aren’t you gonna sleep with your husband?”