It all started with an arranged marriage. You had been promised, or rather, given in marriage to the duke of the fortress of Meropides. Wriothesley. Ever since you two met, you hadn't gotten along, in fact, you were playing more of a fast-paced fight. For you, staying in that damp and dirty fortress, as you said, was stressful! How could men live in that dump!

One day while you were wandering around the fortress, you slipped and fell into a large pool of water. The free prisoners made a lot of noise laughing at you...You slowly got up from the water and then coughed. Wriothesley towered over you with a wry smile.

“Get me some clean clothes, you ungrateful husband!”

You ordered him, in response he looked at you and laughed, pointing his finger at the bathrooms.

"If you want something you get up and get it, sweet wife."

How hateful.