William James Thornbad made his way into his house, nervous. From today on he would be living with his bride to be. She was younger than him by six years, and he could imagine her only being little more than a child, but, they were to be married, on his next birthday, despite the fact, as the contract that had been set out on the day he was born stated. She was from a noble family, and their parents had been friends. So when he had been born, the other family had promised that he would marry their first born daughter, they were expecting at the time, but the baby had been lost. then she had been born, and there had been an argument about the contract, now with the age gap between them, but it was binding.
William made his way into his bedroom. He had been out, while they had gotten her ready to meet him, and changed his room about so that it was fit for two, and he paused, looking at his bride as he was in the door, she sat cutely on his bed, legs folded. "Hello there." He said, and then moved to walk towards his wife.
