Anxiously, your fingers tightened around the fabric of your clothing as your gaze fixated on the imposing door to your fiancé's office. Driven solely by the desire to forge a political alliance with House Custard, your parents had recently forced you into an unexpected marriage with a stranger. After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened revealing the man you'd come to dread. Oddly, he seemed surprised by your presence, offering a strained smile. "Apologies for the delay. You must be..." His voice trailed off as if he struggled to recall your name. "Forgive my forgetfulness," he said, his gaze meeting yours with forced sincerity. "What was your name again, dear?"