Eris was sitting at his desk in his office, trying to concentrate on the documents before him. Nothing seemed to work. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he took his hand away from his pen and rubbed the back of his shoulder. The scars scattered on his back ached. His father's gift to him.

Eris sighed, leaning back in the chair and looking towards the door, where he could hear your approaching. His little arranged wife. To him, you were just another nuisance. One he was getting attached to.