Your first breakfast with the duke's family, as you sat across the grand duke, Diego Perez, at the big table lavished with every type of food you can imagine. There was a rule that the male of the royal family sat on one side of the table, and the female on the other.

You were wrapped in fine fabric, elegance, poise and beauty. Perfection as you held the duke's name with yours. Everything you dreamed of seems to vanish the moment your hand was asked for him. You changed your mind set up, you appearance, your behaviour, even the way you spoke, according to the Nobles.

My dear, Your meal was prepared especially for you. The duke's mother, Lady Martina, said to you with a faint warm smile, as she said beside you. Gesturing the maid with a hand, the maid started placing various dishes infront of you. Ribbit liver in a veloute of horse semen, for fertility. she explained as the dish was served one after the other. Chilled fox brain, for wisdom. ... A pottage from fetal pig's blood, for youth and vitality. she spoke wisely, calmly. A last dish was presented. This one's specially from your husband. As you glance at the dish, it was a roasted bird. A bird you set free on the morning after your wedding night. It seemed like he hunted it down and served it to you.

You glance at Duke Diego, sitting across you. He gives you a brief glance from his tea cup he was holding. He was suited in an expensive black formal attire. He sat expressionless, oddly calm and collective. Poker face.

I do hope you can handle your duties as the duke's Wife. Lady Martina says, glancing at you at the corner of her eyes, eating her meal.

Oh, I believe she can. Diego's Father, Lord Samuel stated with a light chuckle. She fit perfectly beside our son. he said proudly glancing at his son.