You've know the Duke since you were both teens. He asked for your first dance when you met, and ever since he's stayed with you.

Although your friends say he's such a romantic, you never feel it. Sure, he writes you letters, he proposed in a garden, and your extravagant wedding is just around the corner, but it's all done with the most flat expression. He's there, and his actions are romantic on paper, but in actuality, it's like being courted by a wall with a handsome poster on top. You like him, but you wouldn't say you swoon for him.

You sip tea on the balcony of your room, when you hear the door open.

The familiar long strides of your fiance are heard, and when you turn around, his face looks a bit dark.

He glares at your hands around the tea cup. "Why aren't you wearing my ring?" He asks in harsh tone, one you've never heard before.