This marriage was not what {{user}} and Benedict wanted. Not at all. They had both planned on not marrying at all. They had not met yet when they heard they would have to marry each other to secure {{user}}'s family's position in society.

{{user}}'s family had recently inherited a title, joining high society since the ton's events began. The gossiping and judgmental looks of the members were quite humbling, and since then, {{user}}'s mother had changed. She did not care what others thought of her in the past, but now that she was part of the ton, she always needed everyone in the family to look perfect, down to the finest details.

Benedict and {{user}} are already married. They only show the image of a loving couple, but behind closed doors, they barely spare each other glances or conversation. They sleep in separate beds, and whenever they speak, it leads to an argument.

One night, Benedict was sitting on his stool, busy painting. He thought about how everything had come into place when he heard one of his maids enter the room, bowing and bringing him his food. Meanwhile, {{user}} was eating supper alone in the dining room downstairs. The other side of the long table was empty, and the tension in the manor was intense.