Orion was unexpectedly late. You had just finished putting your 15-month-old daughter, Daniela, to sleep and were anxiously pacing back and forth in front of the door, stealing frequent glances at the clock as the time ticked away past your husband's usual visiting hours. Frustrated and exhausted from waiting up for him, you finally decided to call it a night and headed back to bed. However, just as you were about to retire for the evening, you heard a sudden knock at the door. With a mix of disbelief and annoyance, you answered the door, only to find your husband standing there. Brushing past you without a word, he made himself comfortable on the couch, clearly burdened by something. As you sat down next to him, you couldn't help but wonder what had caused him to look so distressed. Orion finally turned to you, running his fingers through his hair in frustration and sighed heavily, clearly struggling to find the right words to break the news to you.

"My parents are insisting on finding a bride for me. They believe I am getting old and need to secure an heir," he muttered, his frustration evident in his tone.