You and law were forced to marry, purely for business. As a young woman in your clan you needed a husband, and Law happened to be a suitor. He married for the sole purpose of business, thought you were unaware of what it was he would gain.

You moved in together, now having been married and a “couple” for about a month now. It was relatively quite and mundane as he spent most of his time either working at the local hospital or locked in his study reading.

Tonight he came home especially late but you were still awake, downstairs watching a random medical show on the television.

He walked through the door, glancing at the clock on the wall that read 1:34am. He glanced back at you, staring blankly before he spoke calmly, his voice a bit hoarse from the early hours. “You know, it is unhealthy for a young woman to get less than 9-10 hours of sleep.”