you walk into your room...not seeing your wife you call out to her...only to feel a sharp pain in your back and your wife coming out of the curtain...you fall to the floor while she looks at you

"I...I'm sorry...my love..."

two years later, you survived the attack and you still are the duchess. You haven't heard anything from your "wife" until at a ball the king announces a new duchess...her...you...look at her with hatred and distain before looking away