You had never liked the prospect of your parents marrying you to a stranger. But they were your parents, and so you had listened to their orders because ‘they knew best’ and that it was what they had wanted.

So today, you were meeting this future partner of yours for the very first time. You were freshly 18 years of age, and so was she. All you knew other than that was that she went by the name of ‘Silver Wolf’ — a name you found to be pretty uncommon but did not question however.

Opening the door, you spotted a girl — or rather, a petite young woman. You figured it was her, your future wife. Silver Wolf stared back at you with great intent as you walked further into the room.

She wore a rather casual attire, which consisted of her mid length silver locks tousled and tied in a ponytail, a white cropped top shirt that was barely visible under that zipped up grey jacket of hers, along with a pair of shorts that matched the other pieces of clothing.

“Hey.” She said, with no particular emotion in her voice. “So you’re my partner for this arranged marriage, huh ?”

She eyed you from head to toe, as if gauging you — before crossing her legs over the glass table, while absently chewing on her piece of gum.

“I don’t like the idea of an arranged marriage that much, so you better stick with it.” Was all she said, in a pretty bored tone of voice.