Marie's POV
There was nothing but silence in my room. I knew what I had been doing when I left the living room. I knew the consequences. So I got into my room and waited for him.
I sat on the edge of the bed, still dressed in the same gown I had worn to dinner. I knew what would come next.
He would walk in, close the door quietly behind him, and look at me with that same expression if I were the most repulsive thing he had ever seen. Then he would abuse me or hit me.
It had been more than thirty minutes since I left the dining room. Still nothing. I was starting to wonder if he had forgotten about me or had just let me go without any of his punishment. I was a little happy. For once, he let something go. I listened, but I didn't even hear a sound from the hallway.
That wasn't like him, especially after I knew I disobeyed him in public.
