When she returned to the manor, it was eerily quiet as if one was here spare the quiet movements of the servant working unseen. Miss Lyons cleared her throat, breaking the silence and said, suggesting, " Shall I dress you for dinner, my lady?"
                          
Lexa looked at Miss Lyons and nodded.  
                          
They quick made their way to the marchioness's quarters and Miss Lyons closed the door behind them.  
                          
Miss Lyons quickly got started with undressing Lexa in preparation for dinner. After Lexa was removed her outer garments, she wore a fine ivory coloured dressed with red laces and ribbons. 
                          
With her hair redone, Lexa exited her room and made her way towards the dinning room. A footman bowed to her and said, "His Grace and Lord Douro await you."
                          
Lexa politely smiled at the footman and made her way into the dining room. She smiled at the duke and Edward as they stood up.
                          
"My dear," said the duke, "come and sit. You must be famished."
                          
Edward  pulled a chair out for her and she smiled at him as she sat down.
                          
Her plate was laid before for her by a servant and she picked up her silver fork and knife and began eating.
                          
Dinner was a quiet affair. Lexa noticed that the week she had been here since her marriage. 
                          
Back at Wilton House, dinner was lively with  conversation. But here with the silence Lexa was unsure of she should say anything.
                          
Shortly after dinner, Lexa returned to her quarters when she stumbled across her violin case sitting abandoned on the drawer. She clicked open the case and there sat her violin as if it looked to be rusting  away. Lexa took her violin out and tuned it.
                          
It had to be a while since she played the violin and in this dead cold manor, music was nonexistent. Music along with her passion for reading had disappeared.  But, Lexa decided. She would change that.
                          
Taking out a sheet music, she looked at the title. It was Mozart's Violin Concerto No. 3 in G Major.
                          
She placed the sheet music down and placed the butt of the violin on her shoulder as she rested her chin on the fine wood. Raising the bow, once it hit the strings music began to spill out in a beautiful melody.
                          
Edward was in the reading room reading the latest news from the London Gazette when he heard a violin playing. The sound of music was a surprise to him in a normally quiet home. 
                          
Closing his eyes, he listened to the beauty full melody that made Mozart's Violin Concerto so lovely. With the flow of music soundings in the room, he wondered if it was Lexa who was playing violin.
                          
Looking way from his newspaper, Edward glances the lonesome pianoforte. It had been a long time since he heard anyone play the piano. His grandmother, Victoria, the former dowager duchess loved to play famous pieces on it. It had of course learned the piano for her sake but it has been months since he last played.
                          
Folding the newspaper, Edward placed it on the table and stood up. He walked out of the reading room and followed the sound of music and it led him to the marchioness' bedchamber. 
                          
Standing there with a violin, was Lexa. He watched her play Mozart's Violin Concerto. He watched the movement of her hands, the stroking of the violin now on its strings. It was both mesmerizing and breathtaking.
                          
The music stopped and he opened his eyes and saw Lexa staring at him, her grey eyes bewildered.
                          
Silence stood between them. It was awkward with a doubt. They have been avoiding each other ever since the Trafalgar Incident.
                          
Unable to bear the silence no longer, Edward cleared his throat and smiled at his wife. "You play beautiful, my dear."
                          
She did not smile but politely replied, "Thank you, Lord Douro."
                          
It was a stab to his heart being formally called Lord Douro. Especially from his wife. 
                          
"No need for formalities, my dear," was his reply. Then he added, "I've been meaning to speak you."
                          
"Oh?" Wad her reply, "what matters to go wish to speak to me of, Lord Douro?"
                          
She is upset with me, Edward decided then to himself, there is no other reason
                          
He smiled at Lexa, recovering himself to composure. "Let us go to the dining room."
                          
Lexa nodded and made her way to her bed so she could place her violin back in its case. Shortly after she rejoined him and together they made it down the hall to the dinning room. 
                          
He walked towards the entry of the drawing room when he realized that she was no longer following him. He turned around and found her starting at a portrait. Coming towards her, he looked up and saw it was another painting of his mother.
                          
Seeing a painting like this made his heart hurt. It was painful memory thinking about what he and his father lost. Looking at his mother's painting, he couldn't help but think of what could have happened if things were different.
                          
"Edward." Lexa said.
                          
He looked at her. She looking at him and said, worry in her voice, "why do you weep?"
                          
And he felt it. The way he denied to feel before when it came to his mother. The tears just came, as if against his will. It ran down his cheeks, showing the sorrow and agony he long held in his heart.
                          
Without saying anything, he walked into the drawing leaving Lexa baffled and confused.