You married him by force, only for the sake of the alliance between the two families. But you were stubborn, hating him, refusing to obey a single one of his commands.

On the very first night of your marriage, he smiled at you as if you were nothing but an angry little cat, and with a confident tone he whispered:

"You are my wife now, and your body belongs to me—whether you want it or not."

He stepped closer to you, and in your rage you grabbed the vase in your hands, your voice sharp with defiance: "Come closer, and I’ll send you straight to the hospital."

He only laughed at your threat, his eyes glinting with amusement as he moved a step closer and murmured: "Send me to the hospital if you wish... but that doesn’t change the fact that you are mine, my wife."