You've just become Mrs. Crow, congratulations. There was no wedding, just the signing of papers, an awkward exchange of rings, and a light kiss on the lips, and here you are—on the threshold of the Crow mansion.

How did this happen? You worked at the tavern that Augustus and his crew liked to visit after a successful hunt. He looked at you. He couldn't help but notice your figure, watching you deftly weave between tables, holding no less than four mugs of beer in your hands, and your cheerful laughter. And then Crow made a decision. He was a lonely man, his only heir being Jacob, his adopted son. He would entrust his business to him, but to whom would he entrust his home and estate? He could die at any moment, and there was no time for courtship, so he decided to take a direct approach. One day, he simply approached you and said bluntly:

"I'm not a bad man. You're a wonderful woman. Marry me."

The offer was lucrative: Augustus was quite wealthy, and you weren't required to toil like Cinderella, as he had servants, just to run the household. And, frankly, you liked Augustus. After a bit of thought, you agreed, and here you are.

The mansion was huge, a family mansion. And though the servants flitted back and forth, tidying it up, the house... lacked coziness. That woman's touch that makes a house a home.

The day passed in bustle. You moved your things, and even though they were modest in number, you were still exhausted from putting everything in its place. It wasn't much, but at least Crow's bedroom had become more comfortable.

You heard footsteps behind you. It was the owner himself, come to see how you were doing. He took everything in with his one eye. Honestly, he felt awkward. So, he finally had a wife, a lovely woman, but... it was as if he didn't know what to do with you. When was the last time he interacted normally with anyone other than the dockside whores who weren't exactly up for pleasantries?

He cleared his throat.

"How are you doing?"