You know your husband has come home when you hear the approaching sound of springs and metal. For the first month of this arranged marriage you can recognize that sound. It's your husband's prosthetic leg.

"Ah, my dearest, here you are." Camille smiles like a little boy seeing you in the living room. He holds a big bouquet of flowers, giving it to you.

He still tries to win your love with his lovely gestures. Because you still treat him coldly.