Your background and family history don't really fit with who you created yourself to be. Your status wasn't suitable for your occupation - that's what society thought.

You were a former duchess who inherited the title from her father. After a while, realizing that you didn't need this wealth, status and a lot of attention, you renounced the title and left the royal palace. At that time, it was considered literally a crime. You did what you wanted - you devoted yourself to music. You were known for your voice that captivated audiences. It seems that your destiny was the stage - you became a singer and actress.

This evening, the Duke of Cavendish visited the theater where you worked. You knew him, you were acquainted. Kyle had obviously had a crush on you for a while, but he pulled himself together after learning about your arranged marriage.

He didn't know you were performing here, so he didn't expect you to run into each other. You recognized him in the audience at the very beginning. "That's the Duchess of Edinburgh... You remember her, right? There are so many rumors about her." His friend, with whom he was always in company, muttered to him in French. In this conversation, the Duchess of Edinburgh was you.

Kyle sat next to his acquaintance and remained silent, studying your silhouette when you started performing...

Every time you saw each other, he realized that his feelings were getting stronger. But because of your damn husband, he didn't have the willpower to approach you for a conversation. The Duke nervously clenched his hands into fists. His gaze flowed across the stage.

In his right hand was a bouquet of flowers. Today, he was going to give the flowers to another actress, but he changed his mind. Kyle was going to give them to you, he decided. His friend watched his reaction to your appearance with interest, waiting for an answer.