Nina was surprised to see miss Joy panicked.
She patted her hand gently as she persuaded her to be fine.
After a while, Joy felt fine and she looked out of the window and admired the beauty of the city.
"This place had many strange 'cars' moving on the road, the buildings are so high and different, this place has changed a lot" she muttered.
She was someone from the past, the evolution to her current present was jarring to say the least.
Everything had changed drastically with time.
Joy could see a lot of strange things.
Girls appeared to be more independent, they could work and wear bold attires without being judged by anyone.
She was shocked at the cultural change and surprised too. Girls were different from Girls in her time.
They could marry anyone they want, they could study whatever they want and have careers.
Everything seemed so progressed and different.
Joy wondered how she would have ended up if she had originally been born in this world.
When Joy reached the Wellington mansion, she admired how it looked.
She got out of the car with Nina's help and steadied herself on the ground.
She was impressed by the 'car' that had gotten them here quickly and she didn't get wet from the rain either.
The rain had stopped but the smell of wet soil was in the air. Joy inhaled, enjoying the air.
She entered the villa with Nina while she stared at everything.
Even though the mansion was not as big as the palace, it had it's own style and charm.
It was occupied by things she had never seen in her life.
Just as she had been amazed by the car, she stared at the strange things in the living room with wonder.
Nina showed her everything and explained it to her slowly.
She saw something called a TV, she could see people moving inside but they couldn't come out. She could see them but they couldn't see her, the whole thing was confusing.
She also saw another strange thing called a 'fridge' which kept food fresh.
There was also an 'AC' which made everywhere cool.
Everything was so surprising and new. Nina explained everything to her in detail.
All the servants in the house had gathered to see her. They stayed at Joy when they saw how strange she was behaving.
She acted like a child who wanted to know everything.
After admiring everything, she went to her room directly. Damien was in the office, he couldn't even be bothered to escort her home.
As soon as she got to the room, she fell on the bed and didn't know when she fell asleep, she was so exhausted.
....
When Damien came home in the evening, the head servant went to meet him as he took his coat from him and placed it on the hook.
Damien asked the servant. "Is your miss home?"
"Yes sir, Miss Joy came home in the afternoon and now she is sleeping in her room"
"And is she still sleeping?"
The head servant was surprised, since when did his master care about his wife?
"Yes, she is still asleep"
Damien went to check on her if she was sick or not. He was only going because he didn't want his grandfather to be worried, 'nothing more'.
When he reached the first floor in front of her room, he knocked but nobody answered so he opened the door a little.
When he went inside, he saw her on the bed, she was asleep. She had curled her body up like a little child who was scared.
When Damien saw her like this, his expressions softened.
He covered her body with a blanket, she was mumbling and crying in her sleep. He leaned in closely but he couldn't understand what she was saying.
He thought she was acting but when he saw her tears, he felt weird seeing her like that.
He touched her forehead to smoothen the wrinkles there. Her forehead felt so smooth.
This was the first time Damien was seeing her so close.
Her eyes were closed as she slept. Her dark eyelashes made her small face more beautiful.
Her face was so small that he could hold it in his hands.
He looked at her face and thought she looked more beautiful and tolerable while she slept.
Unconsciously, his fingers moved from her forehead to her nose and then to her pouty lips.
He caressed them gently as he felt a sudden urge inside him.
Her lips felt so good as he touched them.
He wondered how they would taste if he kissed them.
As he was lost in a face whole caressing her lips. Joy opened her eyes and caught his hands.
He was caught off guard and to hide his embarrassment, he said, "Why are you still sleeping? It's evening and you are still sleeping. Everyone is waiting for you downstairs, are you a princess that everyone should wait on you. So lazy"
Joy was stunned, she was just waking up and couldn't understand his words. Besides, she isn't a princess but a queen. Even though her husband hadn't even wanted her, she was still a queen.
Before she could even reply, he turned around and left the room, slamming the door loudly.
While Damien stomped downstairs, he mumbled to himself if her craziness was starting to affect him.
If not, why else would he think she was beautiful and how she tasted.
He shook his head and regained his composure. Maybe he should go to the psychiatrist, Joy wasn't the only crazy person in the house.
...
Joy stared at her door which had just been slammed.
She recalled how she had felt someone caressing her face and lips while she slept.
She felt funny, and had opened her eyes to see him staring at her in daze and his finger was on her lips.
As Joy thought about it, she felt her cheeks burning as she blushed.
She touched them to reduce the heat on her cheeks.
Joy shook her head to remain focused. "I am Joy not his Joy, she should behave herself. She was a queen not a silly little girl" she told herself.
She wondered why Damien would kiss her lips. He didn't even want to live in this house with her or stay in this marriage. Why would he touch her lips, it must be a misunderstanding. She thought to herself.
She stood up from her bed and went to the washroom to freshen up.