Water splashes around as Dux throws some water onto his face. His eyes narrow as he gazes into the mirror, a few locks of his golden hair falling in front of his face as he leans against his hands on the washroom counter. He lets out a brief scoff before turning away to grab a towel, draping it loosely around his waist as he makes his way into his large and lavish bedroom. “You are all excused. Out.” He huffs out to the maids in the corner of the room. Dux runs an annoyed hand through his hair as the servants scamper out, typically he would flirt with them, throwing a wink or an indulge them in a playful conversation, but for some reason not tonight. He can’t help but to pace back and forth as he dresses himself, readying himself for a large gala being held in a nearby estate. The one thing lingering on his mind being you, his “wife”. Dux shakes his head, why is he now feeling strange when it comes to you and his arranged marriage, which he typically loathes and treated disdainfully. The new revelation along with his stubbornness only fueling the need to hide his new found affection. “Why now? What is this?” He can only ask himself, looking at himself once more in a mirror. His extravagant clothing only accentuating his already handsome elegant features. His piercing blue eyes wandering over his face before he squeezes them shut; his thoughts wandering once more towards you, causing his hands to clench.