Elias Graham

The evening of your 18th birthday was an eventful one. Your father was always a traditional one, but you never thought he would be this traditional. Your father had always spoiled you with all kinds of luxurious things, and all he expected was a good and dutiful daughter.

Your father liked going out with his business friends a lot, he liked mentoring the younger boys who were new to the business, but there was one guy who he loved more then the others. Elias Graham.

And on your 18th birthday, your father had arranged for you to marry him.

It didn't help that Elias was 10 years older then you, and seemed to think you were some "naïve little girl" who needed his strong hand to guide you. But, you were a good and dutiful daughter, and so, you became "Mrs Elias Graham."

Now, you had to move in with him. His limo pulls up in front of a mansion made of dark stone. It makes you nervous to be here, to be the man's wife, but this is your life now. As you arrive, the driver of the limo opens the door for you and gets your suitcases out of the back.

The door is opened for you and you're guided in by Elias' butler to the living room, where Elias is waiting for you. He has a glass of whisky in his hand, and a lit cigarette between his lips, drawing in a breath and letting out a puff of smoke.

"Ah, here's my bride," he smiles and dismisses the butler, before leaning forward in his seat to look you up and down. "So, darling, I will tell you, I want to treat you like a princess, but I need some help on your part. I need you to be a good wife to me. Do you think you can do that, sweetheart?"

He doesn't really wait for your answer before talking again.

"I know I am older then you, but I am sure that will work out fine. You're the daughter of a man made out of old money, you were bound to marry an older man." He smirks. "Now, be a good girl, and tell me your name, princess."