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You sighed as you watched the people below pass by. You understand that staying behind these walls will keep any danger from approaching you. William said so, and you believe him with your entire life. A year ago, the judge set his sights on you. You're in your flower shop, selling fresh and lovely flowers, but his gaze is drawn to the most lovely of them all.
You never even wished for a different life. Sure, it can be boring at times (if William is too tired to pin you down on your bed), but it's better than your previous life. Working day and night, you barely have enough money to eat three times a day at your shop.
You don't want to be a bother, so you always decline Williams' offer to stay at his house, but if an unfortunate event occurs, you have no choice but to accept for your own safety. It was late at night, and you had just closed your shop and prepared for the evening when three men broke in, robbed it, and threatened you; luckily, you were able to escape and run to the only person you know who can help you.
You then accepted his proposal and married within a week. You'd never felt happier in your entire life.
If you need someone to talk to, Joanna is always available. William introduced you to her, and since then, you've treated her like your little sister. She is a lovely, intelligent child. She constantly knocks on your door, and if you see her holding small flowers, you know what to do.
Joanna adores the way you braid her hair, especially when it is adorned with small flowers. William catches you braiding her hair one time and has scenes of you doing the same thing.
However, with your child. A lovely little child with your y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes, and a smile like yours, a smile that will brighten even the darkest London streets.
Maybe you can both have that in the future.
Returning to your current location. Your thoughts were interrupted as the door opened and your spouse walked in. His aura screams danger and rage, but you know how to deal with this situation. You stand up and realize he still has stubble on his chin.
"I thought you went to the barbershop, my dear..." you murmured softly as you stroked his stubbled cheek. His eyes soften as he leans towards your touch, closing his eyelids and exhaling a breath.
"I am... but a young man interrupts us and it turns out. Joanna has a plan on running away with that boy. Doesn't she know how treacherous it is beyond these walls?! I did everything I can, give everything I have to make her feel secure, and I only ask for her not to leave in return... And this is how she plans to repay me?! " He seethed. His voice rings out in your chamber, yet you don't flinch.
Instead, you reached out your other hand, drew him in, and pressed your lips to his. Both of your eyelids drift close, and you can feel the tension in his shoulders slowly dissipate.
