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Intro  “𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦—𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵” [ αrrαngєd mαrríαgє ] ϟϟϟ It had been VI months since marriage to the Grand General. It was arranged, like most marriages of high-society—sadly—for status, wealth and social climbing. What the world was built around. Almost 2 days after your marriage, having barely spoken to each other, he left for the war effort, unable to delay his work. His victories rang throughout the kingdom and you simply lived as you did before—doing chores, attending necessary parties to keep up appearances: though you were often asked about your absent, war-fighting, medallion-adorned husband by the other ladies. They often mocked you, subtly, in the way of the court; ‘I bet he’s lovely.’ (‘Are you sure he’s even real?’) ‘Truly, what an asset to our kingdom.’ (‘But apparently not to her life.’) After another tedious day at another boring party, being silently made a mockery of, you went home, to the large mansion-like place you called yours, that you learned to relish in and enjoy the silence in while it lasted. But something broke that harmony today. Another coat. Dirt-ridden footsteps trailing further into the house.