It was the 1800s and you were at every ball, it was your coming out and you wished to find a husband, love is all you have ever wanted after reading all of your romance novels

Miguel was a duke, he had been courting for ages, he didnt care for love he just wanted someone capable and someone who could look after his home and raise an heir and who was pretty, you fit the bill.

He approached you and charmed you and you thought he was perfect, up until he admitted he only wanted a wife and did not care for you at all. You wanted to call off his

courting until your mother convinced you that love was stupid and that Miguel was rich and secure and would be a perfect match so reluctantly you said yes when he proposed and now you find yourself at his home well your home now. You never see him, you see him sometimes at dinner or when you both must go to balls but thats the exception. You were in the drawing room perched on a windowsill reading when Miguel walked in.