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"Katherine...wake up." A hand gently shook her from her night's rest to blinding sunshine coming into through her balcony.
"What is it, my love?" She replied, rising sleepily.
The smell of morning dew filled her senses immediately and she was transported back to a more simpler time. When she and Luke had first gotten married despite the fact that they weer both far too young. Her decision seemed so right back then, wanting to be with that shy boy who wanted nothing more than to give her the world.
Five years felt like an eternity ago when they were both wide eyed and seventeen years old. Luke had gotten to the top of the mob ranks in Sydney and was starting to rally people in his favor to topple over the existing government in Australia. Katherine was unsuspecting, or rather blissfully oblivious to it all. Perhaps she had noticed the signs, but willed herself into believing it was in her imagination. Luke had mentioned to her several times that all he wanted from the mob was to earn himself enough money to retire young and buy a place for them and the children to live out the rest of their lives without any worries. That was what he wanted initially, but as he stayed longer and gained more money, as well as rose in ranks, he decided that he wanted everything. He woul stop at nothing until he was the leader of the organization.
Katherine was pregnant with the twins when they got married, with permission from her parents, as they were both underage, and mostly stayed home. Their little apartment that was cozy and small, but it was theirs. No one had helped them to get it. The apartment complex where they lived in had a beautiful green lawn right beneath their balcony and the sweet smell of morning dew was the first thing that graced her senses in the morning. It was the same smell that was fooling her into believing she was transpoted five years into the past now.
She cracked her eyes open and looked around, taking notice of the room she was in. The canopy bed, the veranda with the marble flooring, a picture of their Camelot hung on the wall. A frown formed on her face, her mouth drawn down. She wasn't in their tiny but comfortable apartment in the city. She was in the country side in their mansion, hidden away from everyone. Only a handful of people knew how to get there because Luke had made enemies on his way to the top, but he was also paranoid that Katherine would find a way to escape. Any visitor had to pass an extra careful security clearance to get into the compund and all exits were recorded.
Luke gazed at her lovingly, and smiled at her, a hand on her leg.
But it was a look of disgust that quickly filled Katherine's brown eyes when it all sunk in. She swatted the hand away, her soft skin colliding with his arm. So soon she remembered where they were and who they were now. He was a corrupt King Arthur and she was his Guineviere.
The smile Luke wore fell away.
"What is it?" She asked, looking about the room and never making eye contact with him.
His blue eyes bore into her face, a hurt look within them. "We're having breakfast. You'll eat with the rest of the family." He stated with much authority in his tone. And even despite everything, he still used so much restraint around her because she was his wife and he loved her. If any of his men were to use even a speck of defiance against him, he'd take them out to the firing range and fire a few rounds into their body without even a second thought.
"I'll eat in my room." She said simply, defying him once again. It was like she was always trying to trigger him, and get on his nerves.
"Perhaps, you won't eat at all." He said, rising from the cushion of her bed.
"I don't care." She responded without missing a beat.
"This is ridiculous!" Luke exclaimed. Katherine laid back down, drawing the blanket that covered her legs up to her shoulder, and closed her eyes. Maybe if she wished hard enough, he'd go away. "Are you so angry at me that you'll deny the children a breakfast with their mother?" He asked her, and she wasn't surprised that he was using the children to use them as leverage. They were her only true weakness. When her love for him was in doubts, her love for their children was unwavering. That was why whenever he wasn't using threats, he was always using the children to make her feel bad.
She ignored him. She ate with the children every morning, but she refused to do so as long as Luke was in the house. He looked down at her, a murderous gleam in his eyes. He used violence to get whatever he wanted, to squash his enemies, to fill the people of his kingdom with fear and dread. To get his enemies to back down and quietly disappear.
But Katherine was different. Luke scoffed and ripped the covers off her. Still, she did not respond. It was what his wife called passive resistance.
He rolled his hand into a fist. "Don't think I won't hit you." He warned. Violence was a way of getting what he wanted. And it seemed, even at home he was pushed into using force as a means of attaining what he wanted. In the end, he would be blamed when all she needed to do was accept his terms to begin with.
Katherine rose, sliding out of bed and Luke smirked, satisfied by the response and folded both arms before chest. Katherine drew close to his face and growled. "It never stopped you before-"
"Are we going to do this again?" He threw his head back and groaned.
"You tell me, your majesty. Why don't you just leave me alone? I don't want to sit across a table from you. I don't want to be anywhere near you!" She said, her teeth barred like she was ready to go in for the attack. But he knew well that she wouldn't. Katherine wasn't like that. He was the one who used violence. She didn't.
"You're tearing this family apart." He growled, storming away from her. "You're only hurting the children." He turned and pointed a finger accusingly at her.
"Oh. So now you care about children? Where was that care when you were striking people down, including children, when you raided those orphanages because they couldn't pay up their protection fee for the mob? Where was it then, Luke? What did you even get out of it? They were a bunch of poor people who had nothing." It was a serious question. She searched his eyes, face indignant before spinning around to face the away from him. Luke Hemmings had no respect for human life, and for that she felt like she could not respect him.
But Luke walked toward her and grabbed her arm, snapping her back. "You'll never forgive me." He observed angrily.
"You don't deserve my forgiveness. You don't deserve anyone's forgiveness."
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i havent done my editing for this story in a while.
but here is another chapter for you all. i hope you guys like it. i'll be on vacation all week so im hoping i'll be able to push out some updated for my editing of this, as well as for my other unfinished stories.
how are you guysdoing? interact with me in the comment section and i will try my hardest to reply.
-clary
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