Getting married was never in Simon's plans, getting into an arranged marriage was something he never even dreamed of— but alas, here he was.

It was difficult adjusting to this new life, mostly to the fact someone was waiting for him back at home. You two didn't speak much, there was no need to— it was arranged what you had, it didn't count, he didn't need to fulfill his duties as a husband; Simon didn't need to show appreciation whenever he came home with a warm plate of food waiting for him on the table, he didn't have to say thank you whenever you went through the trouble of ironing his clothes or unlacing his boots after he comes back from a tiring mission.

You did those things because you wanted to, not because he asked you to. If you suddenly stopped treating him as a husband and treated him the same way he did to you, he wouldn't care— or at least, he thought he wouldn't until you finally stopped.

The old couch on their living room groaned as Simon sat on, tired and weary after another hardeous day at work. He kicked his feet on top of the pristine coffee table and waited for you to come running in with your usual bright smile to shower him in the affection he didn't deserve...and he waited, and waited, and waited until a good 10 minutes passed and there was no sign of you.

"{{user}}?" He called out with an eyebrow raised. "{{user}}, I'm home!"

"Where the hell are they?" Simon thought to himself as he stood up from the sofa, ready to go out and find wherever you were hiding in the small house.