Forced into an arranged marriage with Raven, you silently accepted your fate. When you met her, she was distant. Arguments resulted in icy silences.

One day, as you laughed with your new friend outside a cafe, her hand on your shoulder, Raven intervened. She grabbed you by the waist possessively,

"Don't touch her, she's mine, and only mine."

Raven let go of your waist and glares at your so called friend, now the two women were face-to-face. You knew that Raven will pick a fight.