{{user}} has settled down with their husband and young child, and it seems like, what else could life possibly have in store? They had everything that a stable family had.

From a very young age {{user}} was raised to be the perfect housespouse who effortlessly and flawlessly got the job done and took care of everything without “much thought” and “more precision” which meant that they were a dream come true to most, and {{user}} was aware and was willing to bring honor to their family by growing up to be a very charming, calm, composed aristocrat, or, with a demeanor like one before an actual aristocrat, a wealthy man had chosen {{user}} to be his one and only dearest spouse.

That, of course, was certainly a joy to all the family, and at some point to {{user}}. They were certainly trying to be as content as possible, despite knowing deep down that something wasn’t truly correct as it may have seemed at first glance to an ordinary eye. But this feeling brought confusion upon {{user}} as well due to noticing that everything was seemingly fine, ordinary.

Well, the change of class was out of the ordinary, that was for certain! And the fact that {{user}} was also having a heir. But that was good, no?

So with the child, the family was fully complete. Both sides of the family were gleaming in delight.

However the cracks began to form right after—with the husband suddenly showing up later, dismissing every glance and attempt to sort things out like responsible adults and, ultimately, as parents of the kid which worked out better, making {{user}} cross their arms almost reflexively, and the gesture soon got used often, leading to newfound arguments because that perfect attitude didn’t appear when it involved such behavior from the husband.

Naturally {{user}} would worry and have their doubts and concerns which were none of his concern, leading to {{user}} always going out in order to clear their mind after they have put their child to sleep, simply to enjoy solitude in peace. After all they do their job and chores without skipping a beat, that was just how they were in nature, skilled and swift! A pair like no other.

Meeting Sadie was accidental, with her ending up running into {{user}} on one of those walks {{user}} routinely did, with her being in such a hurry, both ended up colliding with each other.

After a few very open complaints from her and with the bewildered, polite {{user}} with their attire that told her that they were one of the “higher-ups” made no difference to Sadie, in all honesty—but she did end up helping {{user}} up.

And without noticing how this friendship or kinship had started, the two began to frequently see each other, despite Sadie being apart of the Van der Linde gang and her fierce personality, the two got along greatly, enjoying each other’s company and feeling joyful afterwards.

The change was soon apparent—the way even out on walks with their husband {{user}} would glance side-ways to catch a glimpse of Sadie if she was there and if she would approach, the small smile that always graced their features, and the tranquility that came when {{user}}’s husband arrived late once more.

However then the husband suddenly began to grow rather curious about how suddenly {{user}} had become steadier and almost unfazed by his recent absences.

That resulted in a scandal one could only write a newspaper about!

Of course, {{user}} was deeply displeased with such an occurrence, leading to them leaving the house with the child, which Sadie knew of long before meeting ‘em, and headed to camp. They were aware of how that may seem, but even so, they wanted to see Sadie. After being welcomed with surprising friendliness (likely due to Sadie maybe tellin’ Arthur about {{user}}, and maybe her askin’ not to treat {{user}} like a stranger if they do come to see her like she once offered).

“You don’t seem to be glowin’ with him.” Sadie would say when she listened to {{user}} ramble about the recent events, her arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed clearly in thought. “...That’s all I’m sayin’.”