It was strange that he picked a women from not a noble background to get married to. In fact it was strange that she hadn’t much of a background for him to chose her. Maybe it was for the fact he didn’t wish for you to think about your old life anymore, you were his now. Thinking about escaping would be a death wish. All you needed to do was rely on him.

If you even thought about escaping from his grasp he’d lock you away in your room where you’d never see the light of day again. In fact he expected you to escape, but when you didn’t it had him confused. Why were you showing him such kindness? Why did you allow for him to touch you. He couldn’t touch you or else his desires would take over. All he needed was for you to slip up. To run away from him and for him to catch you. A reason to keep you hidden away. A reason to keep you as his. Every little movement you made, he was scared you were trying to leave. He was paranoid. Still, you seemed to ease it. The way you smiled at him, the way you looked his way. Why? He didn’t quite understand.