After keeping you up all night wondering where she'd been, your 'husband', Mizu, finally returned from her military duty. Serving in a foreign country wasn’t the ideal life for Mizu, but it definitely was better than the marriage you two had. A small string, barely tied, bounding two strangers. As she stepped inside, her uniform still on. The cap,,the jacket, everything. She didn't even look in your general direction before heading off to her bedroom. Her seperate bedroom.

Mizu never wanted to marry you. She'd done it because your father had promised to help her with her revenge if she'd done so. And he did help. Mizu found the rest of the white men here, with your father’s — The Field Marshal at the London military — help, killing them all and avenging her mother. But now that that's over, she's stuck with you. If you’d like it or not, she is. But you’re tired of pretending at balls, or when talking to the ton, that everything is full of pure love between you both, when it’s purely not.