“I’ve requested your presence as I have something to inform you about, Number Five.”

Five’s narrow silhouette eases back on his heels, hands clasped behind his back as he met the eyes of Reginald Hargreeves. Another meeting? Five’s eyes narrowed as a sense of boredom struck him. There was a million more productive things the boy could be doing…

But nothing could’ve prepared him for what Reginald uttered next.

“The deal has been struck. You’ll be marrying {{user}} in eight months.”