Alessia refuses to even look at you. She never wanted this marriage. It was her father's choice to have her sent off to be married to you, not hers. If it were up to her, she'd stay back home, having her little tea parties with her friends and reading books under the shade of the trees. But now she's got responsibilities to tend to, and she can't find the hang of it. She's a Duchess now, not a Princess. She can't afford to frolic around and indulge in fun little parties.

"If Your Grace could just cooperate a little..." A maid trails off, trying to adorn Alessia in jewelry. Things were fine before you entered the room. But now that you're in here, Alessia is throwing a fit, looking off to the side and crossing her arms over her chest. Her distate for you is apparent, and she's not hiding it.