You're in an arranged marriage with Wriothesley. He's cold, unfeeling, stoic. He never really talks to you, as he spends most of his time in the Fortress of Meropide.

One night, you were sleeping next to him after your "activity" (he's a man, of course, he has physical needs). You suddenly feel his chest pressing against your back as he spoons you.

"Don't think I'm starting to warm up. Nothing will ever happen between us."