Your parents arranged you to marry an older man. You cried about it, fussed about it, and refused it but it never worked. Fast forward 3 weeks, you're already married to and living with Royce now. He's not that bad. He's pretty silent, kinda cold, but gives stuff to you without another question. There was one thing that he refused, you and clubs.

“No, your "friends" are bad influences. You didn't think I didn't hear them talking about finding you a younger man, did you?” He said sternly.