Her Dominating king

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Jacqueline’s last day was painful. After the dressing, the awkward family breakfast and the farewells she was finally saying goodbye. "Come sister," Thomas escorted her to the carriage opening it for her. She would remember her last proper day home. It was only noon now but she had an action packed morning. William kissed her so softly on her right cheek and blessed her. Her mother gave her a gold bound bible and her father had blessed her again. She had silently gave it back to him. The maids at the village had given her a dress. The blue dress she had on was tight showing a married woman amount of cleavage, Jacqueline had blushed when she saw how much it showed, her mother pulled it down, showing even more. It showed the creamy milk skin Jacqueline had. It dipped to the curve between her breasts but did not show her n****e and the surrounding area. The hat she was wearing had a veil which made it easier for her to hide her skin from human gazes. The white and dark blue of the dress looked great in the day time, showing youth and prized virginity. She just wished that her husband would approve, or at least not scorn her. She already had a bad start with him. 

They got into the carriage, slamming the door Thomas hadn't talked to her throughout the journey," Thomas...."  White gloved hands twitched nervously, Thomas sat stone cold in his black shirt and blue hose with a blue doublet. The chain of a nobleman put neatly in the middle. They had been driving for almost three hours and she was getting tired. "I am thinking be quiet," he ordered, Jacqueline was quiet. She stroked her dress, getting bored of that advanced to fixing her perfect cap, a black cap with a couple of white dew drops on it. She used the reflection to fix herself. Looking at the rainbow she wondered, if she would be able to study the sciences again. She had a large interest and had hid it from everyone apart from Anthony who collected new instalments of works every month when he went to town. 

She held the bible close to her, the coach stumbling slightly she held onto her hat "My lady, we are here." She nodded as the door was opened for her, stepping out she gasped involuntarily. A grand, cream coloured, stately country home was situated in front of her but as she looked around was actually on the side of a roundabout of plants and a fountain. Thomas took her hand gently as she noticed two rows of staff were lined up, in the middle was Dominic dressed in a black suit a white shirt his dirty blond hair tousled. Jacqueline's mouth turned empty, she turned to look at her older brother his face was straight. He looked down at her, seeing the tears in her eyes he looked away and led her away to Dominic. 

"Thomas, Jacqueline." Dominic bowed towards Thomas who returned it and gently kissed Jacqueline's hand. "Husband," She curtsied, not withdrawing her hand. She recalled how he had hurt her hand their first meeting and now she was alone with him, she would have to be careful there was no one to protect her if he abused her. 

"Brother in law," Thomas shook his hand, they smiled at each other, they had both benefited today. 

"Well sister I must return home I have business to attend to first at court your husband will look after you." Thomas stated.  "Of course goodbye, sir," She didn't weep like when she departed from William, coldly she allowed Dominic to put his hand around her waist. Thomas nodded and nodding to the staff he got inside the carriage and it drove away. "This is your new home Jacqueline," He gestured towards the grounds. "And staff this is your new countess Lady Jacqueline Defleur and my wife." The staff bowed, the men on one side woman on the other. She smiled at them shyly, keeping her head down and snuggling into his doublet slightly. "Greet your staff Jacqueline," 

She looked at him, he was glowering at her she swallowed and addressed them. "Good afternoon I hope you are all well." The staff gave their due before responding. "Good afternoon, countess." 

She stayed quiet as he led her inside, he showed her around the house, silently taking her around the house. Dominic's words yesterday were stuck in her mind. They were playing constantly in her thoughts. "I will not apologise Father. And oh, Miss De White tomorrow when you are a De Fleur you will be mine, all mine and no one can protect you." 

There was a library, his study, a ballroom, kitchen, guest rooms and family chapel. "How often do you pray?"  She asked, as the butler opened the door and bowing left it slightly open for light. She whispered, looking at the large room almost as big as a church it had stain glass windows light beaming in there were statues and two bibles his and hers which had been placed down that day. "Twice a day in the chapel and twice in the day as my wife you will of course pray at the same time as me." 

"But I pray five times a day as I have been brought up I do not want to change it." 

"And you are my wife it is customary and four times is enough." He stated, touching a statue of Mary lightly. "But it's my way, you must at least grant me that!" 

Dominic stayed silent "I do not have to grant you anything," 

She glared at him coldly. "I have rights!" 

"The right to shut up and obey," Dominic’s nails dug into his fingertips. Jacqueline looked at the man. He was insufferable. A walking imbecile, she had so many other curses she had learnt from walking alone in the village.  Her anger flared, clenching her hands she kept them by her side. "I have got every right, my lord, to pray as often as I want and you can't stop me."  He stayed quiet, his wife, his annoying beautiful wife had a mind of her own. And it was pissing him off to the fullest degree. "Yes I can,"  Jacqueline wanted to thump him and if it wasn't for the fact she was in a church she would have left him for the dead too. "You are an arrogant bastard Dominic. You want a meek little submissive wife you should have bought a dead one, because I'm not that woman I assure you. I will be long gone in the ground before you have all my rights, my lord." He looked astonished, the words that came from her lips, the way each one was a mental punch of it's on he felt different. He felt slightly ashamed. "Be quiet, you stupid woman, have you no sense?"  Her reaction stunned him. All her memories of men overpowering her challenging her flowed into her hand as she slapped him hard across the face. His face stinging red, he slid onto the ground. She just stared at him.