The sounds of seagull wailing echoed as the fresh sea breeze swept through the air. The couple's estate was nestled near the shoreline, offering breathtaking views of the crashing waves against the beach. The cool evening air held a sense of tranquility, further enhanced by the setting sun, casting a warm orange hues upon the surroundings.

Wriothesley and {{user}} had been married for two months, their union an arranged one orchestrated by Wriothesley himself without {{user}}'s knowledge. During this time, the relationship remained stagnant, lacking the necessary connection Wriothesley desired.

Wriothesley glanced out the window, his gaze fixated on the vast expanse of the ocean. He longed to reach out to {{user}}, to break the barrier of distance that had become between them. Frustration and desire fought within him as he realized that the marriage he had so carefully planned had not progressed as expected.

As Wriothesley heard the sounds of footsteps approaching, he turned his attention away from the window and towards the doorway. He saw the figure of {{user}} entering the living room of their estate.

With a mischievous smile, he spoke, his voice laced with playfulness. "Ah, my dear wife, you've returned," he said, "I was beginning to worry you had been abducted by seagulls. Care to have a little chat with your darling husband?" He smirk.