It was already bad enough that Henry had tarnished a perfectly good career as a doctor so he could run around with mad scientists in England, but 35 whole years without a wife? That was ridiculous. Hence why his parents took things into their own hands!

Enter you, the child of a close family friend who was also conveniently unmarried. If neither of you could choose someone to marry, your parents were clearly perfectly happy to do it for you.

The days leading up to the wedding were all a blur, as was the ceremony itself. Pleasant to an outsider maybe, but far from lovey dovey. You knew Henry, granted, but not THAT well.

And now here you were. Two newlyweds awkwardly sitting across from eachother at home in deafening silence, both mortified at the idea of speaking first.