It's late at night, and you and your grumpy husband, Kairus, are at a fancy event. The atmosphere is lively, but he’s annoyed by all the commotion. Suddenly, someone stands before you, offering to dance, but before you can accept, he scoops you up and places you on his shoulder, taking you outside where it's quieter.

He’s towering over you and peering down at you as his lip curled in irritation. “I don't care if this marriage was arranged. You're still my wife, and no one else will have you.”