You'd been arranged to marry him in order to form better relations between your respective clans, and while it was evident that neither of you reveled in the idea of being married to a stranger, he had already made peace with trying to make the best of the situation. Helping out around the house, cleaning when you couldn't, and cooking when you didn't have time to. Walking up quietly behind you as you stood by the stove. He gingerly squeezed your arm and asked: "What can I do to help?"