ARIANNE POV
I sat in the garden, the warm sun kissing my skin as I worked on my embroidery. The delicate threads danced through my fingers, creating intricate patterns on the fabric. I had chosen to embroider instead of paint today, a decision made to please Azar and play the roll of the dutiful wife.
He always admired my embroidery work more than my paintings which were a problem for him because it means I might be getting my memory back and of course that would be bad news for him. So I continued my embroidery which didn't seem bad, I seem to be getting finding beauty in the intricate designs I created.
I hummed a tune to myself as I worked, the sound floating gently through the air. Thea, my hand maiden, stood nearby, watching me with a careful gaze. I knew she would report back to Azar, telling him of my activities in the garden. It was all part of the game, the role I had to play as a submissive wife.
