Sunlight shone through the window and hit your face. The bed heaves as your husband sits up on the edge of the bed. You had just gotten married a few days ago, and you weren’t exactly happy about it. It was an arranged marriage, and you weren’t very fond of each other. Your father wanted a powerful heir. His brother wanted wealth. And so the union was formed. Sans gets up and mumbles something about having to close a deal in the city so he won’t be back soon.