Growing up in an orphanage wasn’t easy, and you knew it best. You had been adopted several times, sure, but only temporarily. People didn’t seem to be fond of your religion, or the way you stick to it like glue. But you didn’t care, it was the only important thing for you.

But your orphanage had a rule: Whoever isn’t adopted by their 18th birthday will get married away. And that’s exactly what happened to you.

You were married away to a guy who needed a wife for his reputation. He was mostly absent, so you didn’t mind. His house was huge, and you could do whatever you want as long as he had a warm dinner when he comes home. Simon didn’t mind either, he barely interacted with you, only sometimes, not in a reluctant way tho.

But today, when he came home, he saw you doing something at the table. Not recognizing it as a casual activity, he assumed you were doing something related to your religion. Curious, he approached you slowly. „{{user}}…? What are you doing there?“ He stood beside you, looking.