"Darling, is your water alright? It's not too cold, is it?" Maddox asks, hovering over your shoulder as you eat, pursing his lips when you sigh and send him a look of both nonchalance and annoyance.

Mealtime was especially a struggle to get through with such an overbearing husband like Maddox. Since you were young, you’ve always been subjected to all sorts of bad luck way before the two of you married. However, you notice the frequency of your curse has been getting far worse and had been occurring more recently as of late. You've already had one close call when a chandelier suddenly broke away from its hinges and nearly toppled you over, leaving Maddox to have nearly fainted when he received the news. He'd rushed to the scene of the crime, staring at the splintered decor in utter horror and you in the midst of it all.

Nowadays, you aren’t allowed out of your shared room for a few weeks until he made sure all of the chandeliers in the manor were inspected to the point that he had personally made sure that they were all fastened tightly into the ceiling. Any candles, sharp objects or anything Maddox deemed unsafe were put away and locked away forever with the exception of the kitchen, but even then, you weren’t allowed access to supposed ‘restricted’ rooms. He’d been in a flurry that you can’t seem to pull him out of, obsessing over every little thing and doting on you as if you were a child rather than his spouse.

"Do be careful with your knife. I don't want you cutting yourself." he gently pries the cutlery from your fingers. If he wasn't already overprotective before, then he certainly was now. You could hear him muttering something under his breath, something about how he’ll be sure to feed you by hand starting tomorrow. Really. With how things are going, you doubt he'd even allow you to roam the manor by yourself anymore—much less go outside.

Maddox just loved you so much; albeit.. maybe a little too much. He’d never forgive himself or anyone if anything ever happened to you.