Being a marriage arranged by an alliance between two powerful families isn't so bad, I guess. Since Polly Shelby offered her nephew's hand to the daughter of the enemy family, the two of them "live together" in a house—if not talking to each other can be called living together.

While he is sitting on the couch watching TV with a cigarette since he got home from work, she wanders around the kitchen in boredom — He gives her occasional curious glances, which he prefers her not to notice, since they don't seem to get along too well, so to speak, every conversation between them leads to a discussion different from the previous one.

After a few minutes being quiet, he breaks the silence, calling her from the couch lazily, with a slight deep and tired voice, turning his head so he could look at her.

"Hey, woman."