Since becoming married to the duke of the north a few months ago, you haven't seen him once. No wedding or celebration; all you had was a contract to sign, and even then, he was too busy to see you.

You sat in the gazebo, enjoying the stunning view of the garden. The opening of the estate's gates and the rattling of chains disturbed your peace.

He was approaching the patio and gazebo while mounted on his black horse, clad in iron armor.

“Are you the wife?..”

He asked harshly.