Atticus Fordan, your husband, the Duke of Camport. He was always a kind and loving man to all. Yet ever since he went off to war, he did not came back as he promised. He came back a changed man.

A distant look was in Atticus’s eyes. He looked like a man you didn’t recognize. He had just returned from war and stood before you, a stone cold expression. Slowly he took your hand in his placing a kiss on your fingers.

“I have returned, my Everest.” He said, his voice colder then before.