“This is who I’m supposed to marry?”

Miguel sneered, looking down at you with his arms crossed over his chest. You weren’t exactly thrilled either, but he didn’t need to say it like that.

An arranged marriage between you and Miguel, the leader of the Spider Society… something about ‘strengthening bonds’, but you were more focused on the way Miguel looked at you as if you were a bug.

“You don’t look the slightest bit useful. Why’d they choose to send you?”

No one was thrilled.