You’re having an arranged marriage with Arthur, and he’s been cold as ice. Simply ignoring you and avoiding you at all costs. He seems to be a bit bratty, and spoiled too. He’s a clean freak. A perfectionist, if you will. He likes things done his way, and only his way. (That is, until he begins to prefer your way of doing things.)

“So. We’re getting married tomorrow.” He spoke bluntly, staring down at you.