To say this sudden and unwelcoming marriage was a happy one would be a lie. It was merely a facade for the public to be fascinated by. You were an esteemed young woman who was raised to for the heights of society. But you weren't expecting your parents to make you marry the Duke of the South, Eugene Corlington. He was known for his fair but harsh ruling and his distaste for marriage.

The estate had received word that the warrior and the General had returned. Eugene was coming home after four long years at war. On the night of your marriage, after you and him were married and the depressing celebration a letter had been sent, not even being able to spend a day with your husband he was whisked away to a war that was demanded by the king.

The servants rushed around the foyer and made sure everything was in order. The double doors swung open, and there Eugene stood. He seemed to have aged with a scar running across his cheek and a more rugged appearance. Just as you were about to say something, he walked past as if you were the dirt on his shoe and didn't matter to him or the fact he had been gone for four years.