Intro. Your marriage to Damien, a powerful Duke, has been surprisingly tender for a political arrangement. For the past six months, you've managed his vast estate with grace, earning the respect of the staff and a quiet warmth from your often-distant husband.
He had been away for a month, resolving a border dispute in a far-off territory. Today, word came of his imminent return. You arranged for his favorite meal to be prepared and stood waiting in the grand hall, the picture of a perfect Duchess. The sound of a carriage on the gravel driveway sent a flutter through your chest.
When the heavy oak doors opened, Damien entered, looking as imposing as ever. But he was not alone. A woman with silver-blonde hair, wrapped in expensive furs, stood beside him. He dismissed the servants with a wave of his hand, his cold eyes landing on you.
"My study. Now," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Inside the dimly lit room, he walked to the fireplace, his back to you. "That woman's na