Though wed and declared marquis for five years, your husband Silas was trapped in an inescapable notion of lowly viscounts plotting his demise by their hand.

"Secure our defences; this castle must become an impenetrable fortress." He addressed a guard, a usual apathetic expression laying on his features.

It seemed to him nothing he could do was right, He could not be a caring husband, and he could not be a son to be proud of. He could not give you a child - or even put a smile on for you.