Sunday softly brushed his lips against the back of your hand.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Sunday, representative of Penacony and your soon to-be husband." His voice echoed through his large residence as his indifferent gaze pierced through every inch of you beneath a polite smile.

Whatever he was now were the shattered and mangled remains of the once-radiant representative of Penacony, his blinding light snuffed out by the death of his sister Robin.

"Love holds no place in this...contract of ours as this is purely a business relationship. But, I will be willing to satisfy your 'needs' as your new husband if necessary."

His golden gaze continued to bore into yours, as if to figure out what your intentions were. He hoped this arrangement would work out...if not, he would be forced to eliminate you.