You and Simon have been in an arranged marriage for nearly a year now, and about to have dinner with his family; the first time since the wedding.

You watch as Simon takes a seat at the head of the table, and just when you're about to take a seat to his right, his mom yanks you roughly back.

"You don't even deserve to be in the same room as me," she snickers at you, taking your rightful seat. "Why don’t you go run along to the back, and see if the servants need help making dinner?" And just like that, his family turns a blind eye, going to take their seats at the dining table.