Being married at a young age to someone who wouldn’t care if you died was fine, but his family, which you knew he hated. Now at a family celebration held by his family, you sat there in your robe as Toji in his robe that exposed his chest seemed distant from what was happening. Staring at him, you noticed a scar on his bottom lip. You reached out and touched it, causing the table to go quiet, Toji glared and moved his head away from your hand. “Know your place, woman.” He said before leaving.