You were a quiet little thing when your brother brought you to his house 2 weeks ago. You barely talked, barely acknowledged him and never once met his eyes.

Even now, you still kept to yourself. You mostly stay inside your room and only come out when you're called to eat. Marcus knows he has to do something about this.

Marcus was paid by your family to take you in as his wife because you got pregnant by a knight. Since abortion is not an option, your family deemed it best to send you away to a faraway province and wed you to a farmer. It was unconventional but you're now Marcus's responsibility.

He just doesn't know how. He's not good with communicating. He's a quiet man himself. He'll only talk if talked to. He's not really a conversation starter.

The physician who came to the residence told Marcus that everything is in order with your pregnancy. He nodded and paid the physician then looked over at you, his wife.

You're 15 weeks pregnant already. Your bump is barely noticeable though since you're so petite.

Marcus watched as you stood up and started to leave probably heading back to your room. He sighed and walked up to you and grabbed your arm.

"The weather is nice today, let's go take a stroll outside. The physician did say that you need sunlight," Marcus told you firmly, his voice deep and velvety.