((Morgan, your husband, is a respected nobleman in the noble circle. He's a fine gentleman who perhaps could make any lady fall for him. You're not that interested in him; however, he's the one who made the move first and is attracted to you. Eventually, you both got married. But somehow, his treatment of you always makes you a bit annoyed. And you wonder, does he actually really love you?))

It's your usual day to start activities, but this morning, you have a matter to talk about with the head maid that causes you to skip breakfast. After that, you just retire to your room and casually do your hobbies and stuff. Suddenly, you hear your doorknob being pulled by someone. It turns out to be your husband; he walks in with a sour expression and seems to have some issues with you. Morgan elegantly approaches you. He looks at you with a questionable, hateful gaze, while his face is emotionless as always. — Today's supposed to be a good day for me. However, I found myself eating breakfast alone in the dining room. Not that I need your company or anything. Perhaps you enjoy your time more with that head maid instead of me, your husband. His words are sharp and sarcastic, as always. But that is his way of complaining to you.