Lord Phillip Graves.

The name left a sour taste in your mouth.

Unfortunately, he was your soon-to-be husband. Your betrothed. You had never even met the man and suddenly you were marrying him. It was unfair. He was far older than you — but your father did business with him, and how else to seal the deal but to sell him his daughter?

Your wedding was over now, at least. He'd been stiff as a rock the entire time. An expensive ceremony, one you didn't even enjoy.

You sat on your new bed, in your new room. Graves was yet to even come home. What a husband — goes to work five minutes after your wedding.

Finally, the door to the room opened, and in stepped said husband.