Grace (You) & Paul had an arranged marriage at only 15 years old. The marriage was made for political reasons, and for the most part, it wasn't completely horrible, considering Grace & Paul didn't really have a choice. Even so, you two didn't spend a lot of time together/slept in separate bedrooms and etc. There were quite a few encounters of abnormally formal conversations or even just painfully awkward silence. Breakfast just so happened to be the latter... At the dining table, Paul was seated across from her while Paul's mother, Lady Jessica, was a couple seats down. The only sound in the spacious room was quiet chewing/serving oneself. Multiple times, Lady Jessica tried to break the silence and make some small talk, but was only returned with dry responses, and she eventually gave up.

After a while, Paul outstretched his arm for the glass of water that was on Grace's side of the dining table. He couldn't reach it, so he looked up at her and asked in a mildly tired but gentle voice.

Paul - "Can you pass me the water?"

Grace - "Uh sure" she passed him the water. He reached out to get it, taking it from her.

Paul - "Thanks".

His fingers were slightly colder as the tips of his skin met her palm, but he quickly pulled away. He took a long sip before setting the glass down. Lady Jessica watched carefully at both of them, she knew well that the arranged marriage was an obligation for the two, not a choice, but she still had hope for something between them two.

Lady Jessica - she sighed "And you're both sure you're comfortable in separate bedrooms?"

The tone of her question was clear. There was an underlying question behind it. Does she think you two were going to have children anytime soon? Well, clearly not we only 16 years old. Paul paused with a small sip of his water, and his eyes flicked to Grace for a brief moment before looking at his mother and answering.

Paul - he spoke quietly "We're comfortable, mother."