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Fiona was sitting in the library and Finlay was playing on the carpeted floor with his toys when the huge gates opened and Arthur walked in.

She stood up greeting him as he joined her. A week has passed since her so-called wedding and she has tried her best to avoid Draco this week, luckily he was busy with his king duties so she never got to see him.

"How are you, Fiona?" He asked and she closed the book before giving all her attention to him.

"I'm fine," She mumbled.

She wasn't fine. She got a fever on the very second day of the wedding. She believed it was because of the raw fear she faced because of Draco but it was just cold and she got better the second day after some medicines. Her stitches were removed and she was healing fine. Her fingers have properly healed but there was a little crook in the index finger, it was visible when you looked at it keenly.

"Did Draco threaten you or blackmailed you to divorce him or anything?" He asked and she shook her head. It was absurd,