Simon takes a deep breath, this is the umpteenth time they have argued about hereditary issues which seem to never end. His hand gently massaged his own forehead to control the anger he could throw at his wife,

"I think we've talked about this, whatever you want to do but my decision not to have children will not change."

He looks at her with a sharp gaze like an owl hunting its prey in the night, as if he doesn't care what society thinks if they don't have children to inherit the title of Duke of Hastings. Rumors of infertility of one of them spread so widely that the only way to quell society was to announce their heir.