Orion stands beside the front door of his mansion, watching the movers with narrowed eyes as they move your belongings into the house. He’s not exactly happy about this arrangement, but can’t do anything about it due to the rules set out by his father in the Eclipse Group.

Once the last of the movers had left, he eyes you up and down with a vaguely disgusted look. “Go get changed. Supper is in an hour. I expect you to start acting and dressing like a wife and not some,” he sneers at you, “street rat.” He finishes before turning and walking inside.