Mrs Amyra Dawson

Amyra's POV...

It has been over two weeks since our wedding. We were supposed to go to Paris for a honeymoon as per the ritual but we came to a mutual agreement not to.

I mean, what is the point of the honeymoon, we didn't even have a reception after the wedding.

Lucas almost never spent time at home, always going to work, skipping dinner and being away for several days and nights.

So of course when Martha comes to inform me of his presence for dinner, I am surprised as he'd been gone for almost an entire working week.

But how foolish of me to think that I would still get the peace and quiet I usually did during meals on my own.

" I hope you have gone through the rules thoroughly by now. Soon you should know them all by heart. ", Lucas says neutrally as he wipes his mouth and goes back to eating opposite me at the table.

I raise my head to look at him, frowning in confusion.

" Uhm... what rules are you talking about? ", I ask and he sighs.

" These. ", he passes me a folder on the table. I look at him wearily and then at the folder.

Shrugging, I pick the folder. On the front it says

" DAWSONS " with mine and Lucas' initials.

" What is this? ", I go on to ask Lucas who looks up at me, his blue eyes showing nothing but annoyance. I guess someone doesn't like being interrupted during their meal.

Well, neither do I.

" The rules guiding our marriage, or rather contract, however you'd like to put it. You signed the original at the church today but I had my Lawyers make extra copies for us both. You can go through it later if you want. ", he says, an unknown glint in his eyes.

" I.. I guess I'll go through them later. But rules? Why? I thought the contract was pretty straightforward. "

He leans back slightly, a ghost of a smirk on his lips, " After the stunt that you and your sister tried to pull to get out of fulfilling your father's end of the bargain? No way am I risking anything, Mrs Dawson. "

" We didn't... ", I start but he interrupts me.

" I hate being made a fool of, my dear wife so I hope you remember that in the future, hm? "

He wipes his lips with a napkin before getting back to his meal. And that's how we have dinner, not another word is said nor a thought shared.

The help comes to clear the table as soon as we get up to leave. I really don't want to share a room with this man but I will anyways, for fear of violating any of the rules.

After waiting about an hour downstairs, I reluctantly follow the path my husband took to our room. I once again get awestruck at the beauty and flawlessness of each and every painting on my way. .

" You can have the bathroom now, I'll be in my study so don't wait up. ", is all he says before leaving me in the once again empty room.

I wanted to snap back, mentioning his absence as always but bite my tongue, settling at a corner of the huge bed I often slept alone in.

I look at my phone warily, debating on whether or not I should call my mom.

She looked so upset earlier today when I'd gone home to retrieve majority of my things while Dad seemed so indifferent.

I decide not to and grab a towel and robe before getting into the bathroom. The intricate pattern on the walls and shower room is divine. I sigh, stripping off my clothes as the water runs in the tub. After adding some of my body wash which I'd insisted comes with me, I get into the tub, sighing at the relaxing feeling water gives me.

Without meaning for it to happen, I end up falling asleep in the tub. I've always loved water, be it rain or whatever, I feel like I need to include the fact that it has to be CLEAN water.

Anyways, I love the way it relaxes me, it feels so good against my body. Camilla calls me a weirdo anytime she catches me getting soaked in the rain. She always strived for perfection and dancing in the rain, proved one isn't.

Bitch.

I never really had the chance to stand up for myself against her. We are twins, same age and all but her, being the older twin by 3 minutes gave her the ticket she needed to bully me.

I let her say or do whatever she wanted against me, I never talked back, even after catching her and my ex boyfriend exchanging STDs in my bed.

I never actually gave a reaction but her message for me on the morning of her wedding, THAT was what finally cleared my eyes.

Hopefully one day we'll meet again and I won't be too timid or even timid at all to stand up to her or probably hit her like she used to when we were still kids.

I allow myself fall deeper into the tranquil, burying myself in the water as I desperately try to get rid of my stress.

A pair of lips against mine jolts me awake and I gasp, turning my head to cough out water from my lungs. I turn my head again to see the blue orbs of Lucas, staring at me in relief.

" Are you trying to kill yourself? ", he snaps at me and I flinch back from his angry gaze.

" What happened? ", I ask as I try to recall anything.

" You were lying in there when I got back, drowning more or less and were also unresponsive for almost 15 minutes. "

Fifteen minutes? Which meant that I'd been in the tub for almost an hour.

I'm too confused and stunned to respond so I give a weak nod of my head. Too my surprise though, he grabs my robe, staring at me dead in the eyes as he helps me out of the bath tub, making me wear the warm robe.

I still shiver and almost slip but he's quick to help with my footing. I only stare at the huge bed all the time he's leading me to it, desperate to get warm as my teeth chatter and entire body shakes from the cold.

" Hold on, I'll get you extra covers. ", he says as he tucks me in bed, I only nod, feeling the Air Conditioning worsening my cold.

He notices it as well and turns it off on his way back to me. Throwing the duvets, blankets, everything, around me, he proceeds to close some windows, leaving only one open for ventilation when I tell him I'm claustrophobic.

" What were you thinking, Amyra? ", he asks as he dries my hair with the towel, I shudder out an apology, explaining that I didn't mean to fall asleep.

Even though it is a few barely coherent words, he nods in understanding.

" I will have Martha make you some tea. "

" She's still awake? What time is it? ", I ask as I look around for a means of telling time.

" It's a bit after 10, she's still awake. ", he says then proceeds to ask what kind of tea I'd like. I reply with a random answer as I find myself slipping into conscious once again.

I feel undisturbed for a few minutes until Lucas wakes me with a cup of tea in hand. He helps me sit up on the bed, against the head rest and drink a good amount of the tea which tastes so good.

I reluctantly drink as much as I can just so I'd have some rest again. When he feels satisfied, he places the mug on the night stand and orders me to change from the bath robe into something warmer.

After helping me into the walk-in closet, he excuses me to get dressed. Then he takes me back to bed, tucks me back in and I fall asleep immediately my head hits the new pillow.

" Goodnight, Mrs Dawson. "

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New chapter, guys.

I'm too sleepy and disoriented to type a proper A/N so you'll have to excuse me.

Thanks for reading ❤️