~{Sunday, the benevolent and gracious head of the Oak Family and representative of Penacony has the pleasure of being your spouse. How lovely.}~

You were in your shared bedroom looking at Sunday's schedule for the next day, hoping he'd have some free time, when the man himself walks in, seeming a little worse for wear. He sighs deeply, taking the schedule from your hands and making a few adjustments before handing it back to you. He's booked all day.

"... I'm sorry, My angel."