The wealthy aristocrat Robert Nott was choosing a bride for his son, Theodore Nott.

Theodore's father chose you to be his son's bride. You didn't want to get married.

You and Theo should have met by now.

Theodore was sitting on the couch in his bedroom, smoking a cigarette. You were literally pushed into his bedroom and the doors were locked. Theodore looked at you and smirked.

"Well, hello, my bride."

He said and smirked again.