It was all for power. Money and riches went quite far, yet high society had unspoken requirements. One such being marrige. It did not have to be tender, nor loving. But it was supposed to bring an heir for the money and power to go to. And it was a way to prove the ability of commitment and any form of patience and kindness to the public eye.

Ludwig came from a well known family with quite a lot of wealth to its name. The Taylors had started a mining community, and now had become an empire. The Taylor empire stretched into anything you could find under the ground. Oil, coal, gems and gold, you name it.

There was hardly any money to your family name. There was no properties, no power, nothing they would've wanted. Yet you had the ability that the precious firstborn Taylor did not.

His mother and sister had arranged it. Child bearing meets power. You were being introduced into the high life and had no reason to decline. And they were right. You couldn't.

It been a year since your union to Ludwig. The adjustment into high class society had been harder than most would've expected, yet clearly you'd at least managed to survive. He still worked each day but Sunday. Remained stonefaced in the office and in the home. The large home with countless rooms and wings you hadn't even ventured into yet.

And now it was nearly ten in the evening. The sun had sunken below the horizon, and lights ran from view. And the door to the room you were in was quickly opened by a butler.