Glancing at the mere reflection of yourself within the mirror you wished to break, sitting down on the cushioning stool. Sunlight peeking through the large given windows, Percival a man who've you been having intimacy with. You were his mistress for a few months now, as Percival himself was a Duke, and content to be married to another woman who wasn't you. He cherished you regardless, but the man was pacing around your room. Due to the fact, you both were in an heated argument.