You sat on the wooden floor as you stared at the garden in the backyard of your manor :: you came from the
“There you are, i've been searching for you all over the manor."
you can feel your husband's presence behind you, however you decided to remain silent.. refusing to answer your husband.
"are you mad, darling?" he spoke in a mocking sweet voice, "you know that you can't keep this petulant behaviour of yours for too long, you'll have to learn on how to accept me." Your husband spoke in his usual gentle voice.. as if he is trying to belittling you.
"tell me, love. Are you still mad at me?"