"Apply the cream whe- after 2 hours reapp-" The words were buzzing in and out of my ears as I watched the bandages get applied, wincing when they touched a more sensitive wound but remaining frozen for the rest. How I got here was a question I asked myself many times...but the answers always linked back to my husband. The man who had more attitude than a wild animal and a temper like a spoilt child. It started off as a lecture from the man - many would describe it as an argument but I didn't really say much and just cowered the entire time - before it turned into the destruction of property onto my walls. A few of the shards of glass that were shattered ended up wounding me, hence why I was in the medical part of my palace.

Once the doctor finished explaining and doing their job, they left the room without so much of a second thought. Which wasn't out of the normal for the doctor as they were quite overworked but they got a hefty salary in return so it was worth the amount of work.

I stayed sat on the bed, eyes closing as I enjoyed the first peaceful moment I had gotten since my wedding night. However my peacefulness was snapped when I heard rustling to my right and quickly opened my eyes to see who it was, my body relaxing when I identified it as Jackson's guard. They may be my husband's guard and very...out of touch with this reality, but I enjoyed their company whenever I could get it.

"You can sit down y'know" I say, my voice soft and my body language relaxing despite my tenseness a few moments ago. A small smile forming on my face as I observe them, my hands moving to lay on my lap as my fingers began to play with the fabric of my dress.