(AN: Okay I'm sorry about the waltz thing, I thought about having them do a minuet but I didn't think it fit in. I am a big eighteenth century fan really, but you have to bend the rules sometimes.)

Ch 4

Near the end of the reception Tavington grabbed Anita and pulled her into a spare bedroom. She struggled and fought until he picked her up and sat her down in a chair.

" Let me go! I want to say goodbye to my mother." She demanded trying to get up again.

William held her down again.

"Anita, You will listen," he said in a dark tone.

Anita was now terrified of what her husband was going to do to her. William stared her in the eye and used the same threatening tone.

" You as my wife will obey everything I tell you to do, without question."

Anita turned her face away from him, only to have him force it back. Tears began to well up in her eyes.

" I'm not finished yet. Failure to obey me will result in punishment, understood." He finished.

He turned to leave when she called out to him.

" You sound like my father, I'm not going to allow you to treat me like one of your men," she said shakily trying to say it with confidence.

William turned around sharply and slapped her soundly.

" Have you not heard a single word I just said." He hissed.

Anita was now crying freely and holding her cheek where he had just slapped her.

" I will never be yours." She wept.

" Will you?" he sneered pulling her towards the bed.

" Stop!" she grabbed a candleholder and hit him on her head.

" Damn it woman!" William cried out.

Anita noticed his forehead was bleeding. She did feel somewhat guilty.

" Here, take it," she sighed handing him a handkerchief.

He snatched it from her. Anita stepped away and backed into something. Startled she turned around to see a large covered object.

" What's this? " she asked pulling the cover off. She gasped in surprise.

" It's my wedding gift to you." William said as she looked over the newly purchased pianoforte.

" It's beautiful," she sighed," Thank you"

" You're welcome," he said stiffly.

She sat down and fingered the keys, then looked up at him."

" Shall I play?" she asked not sure how he would react.

William gave a small smile at her attempt to make it up to reconcile.

" I would like that."

She stretched her long, slender fingers and began to play.

It was a lively tune which to her mind off of the days previous events and into a care free world. William stepped closer to the piano as she finished her song and looked down at her.

" Thank you," he whispered and kissed her softly