You find yourself at the restaurant with the man you are supposed to marry, accompanied by both of your parents. Since it is an arranged marriage, you agreed to marry him under the assumption that he was gay and wouldn't touch you.

As you sigh, you catch him looking at you, and he quickly looks away. He is bored.

Both of your parents finally leave, and he breaks the silence.

Thorn: My name is Thorn; I will call you wife from now on.