Hey hey... So I was bored and I cannot get Daniel and Clary out of my head, sooooooo. I wanted to post an add on, I might continue to do this. Maybe, I don't know. But anyway. Enjoy
It was mid afternoon, winter in London, it was cold and yet I walking. I despised London, the only reason we were here was because my husband had business here. My husband, my Daniel Ashby. We had been married all of four months and it has been the best four months I could possibly ask for, I looked down at my arm weaved through his and couldn't help but smile, I thought back not to long ago when Daniel practically pushed me out of the Ashby townhouse into the cold London air because he was bored. A gust of wind came about and released a shiver throughout my body.
"Are you cold Clary?" Daniel asked, I looked into his eyes, his worried eyes and smiled; ever since our marriage Daniel never let an opportunity pass to call me by my birth-name.
"I am fine, the wind is cold." He was satisfied with my answer but still continued to look at me, I tried my hardest to ignore him and continue walking but he was a distracting man. "Can I help you Mr Ashby?"
"I am just admiring my wife Mrs Ashby, she is rather beautiful." I felt a blush rise n my cheeks and a smile graced my face. I shook my head and continued to look at my feet.
"Remind me why we are out here?" Daniel laughed a loud bellowing laugh as he threw his head back.
"Because I was going mad in that study and my parents are too loud." I sighed.
"I thought that when we married, you vowed to protect me? You pushed me outside where I almost tripped on the steps, and then you have dragged me around most of the ton in this weather, all for the sake of your sanity. That seems very selfish of you my dear husband." He continued to laugh as we sat at a bench near a park we have come by for the second time.
"Would you rather I have a nervous breakdown?"
"You sound like my grandmother." He pulled me close to him when the wind picked up once again. "This is hardly proper." I stated, in my best old lady of the ton voice.
"Damn propriety, you are my wife and I shall hold you and kiss you in public if I can." To prove his point we placed a long kiss on my forehead and I sunk into him further. We sat there for what seemed like hours, just watching those around us.
"Daniel?" I looked up at my husband.
"Hmm?"
"Can we please go back?" I sulked; he rolled his eyes at me.
"Fine, we shall go." As we stood Daniel wove my arm through his once more and we continued to walk, but not towards the Ashby townhouse.
"Daniel! I want to go home, I am cold and hate London and if I have to be here then I would much prefer to be indoors with a nice fire and a good book, take me back or I will walk alone!" He stood, shell shocked at my outburst before he shook his head in humour once more and turned the other way, the correct way.
"So many layers." He muttered, I had barley noticed it, we continued to walk in silence and I began to feel slightly guilty about what I had said, it is not his fault I hate London, and it is not his fault I am here; well it is but I had the choice. "We will leave tomorrow." I was stunned when I looked at him, confirmation and determination shone in his eyes.
"Leave?" I said hopefully.
"For home, tomorrow. No more London, just the beautiful winter wonderland we call Donschester." I squealed up at him and wrapped my arms around his neck; He always knew how to make me feel better and he was right, propriety be damned.