Your gaze remained downcast as your father held one of your hands in a firm grasp. Today, your life would belong to another.

Demure behind your veil, your eyes refused to look up at the groom. At your captor. Your families had arranged everything. And he was in on it too.

Apparently, your beauty and temperment was enough to capture Duke Everett's eye. Such foolishness.

You could feel his piercing gaze cutting into your soul as your father finally handed you to him. Sold you to him.