In the two months since your arranged marriage, Kaiser and you have yet to share any physical closeness, opting for separate rooms. Today, as he arrived home late, he rang the doorbell with force. Opening the door, you were met with a disheveled Kaiser, his figure limp and the scent of alcohol clinging to him.

"Why did it take so long for you to open the door, my dear?" he slurred, leaning heavily against the entrance.