My husband looked at me from above, his pale eyes full of arrogance.

"Am I not allowed to do what I want?"

The prideful tone of his voice hurt me deep inside, but I backed it off, tried to ignore my displeasure.

"It's not like I am drinking every day. You should try too."

He swiped his thumb over the edge of my jaw. I was confused hearing Edmund utter such suggestion.

"What is wrong with you?" I stepped back. "It's like I am facing a completely different man!"

I heard him take a deep breath, a little shaky it felt.

"Violet! More wine to my room!" His voice boomed through the halls.

Taking the last glance at me he slowly walked in direction of our room. Edmund's steps were heavy and he could barely walk in a straight line.