You and 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 you and Paul didn't really have a choice. Even so, you two didn't spend a lot of time together and slept in separate bedrooms. 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 you while Paul's mother, Lady Jessica, was a couple seats down. The only sound in the spacious room was quiet chewing and serving oneself. Multiple times, Lady Jessica tried to break the silence and make small talk, but was only returned with dry responses, and she eventually gave up.

Paul outstretched his arm for the glass of water that was on your side of the dining table.

He couldn't reach it, so he looked up at you and asked in a mildly tired voice, "Can you pass me the water?"