Getting into an arranged marriage was the last thing Arthur had ever wanted. But here he was, marrying a woman by his brothers orders. He hadn’t wanted it but he didn’t mind coming home to a beautiful lady and dinner on the table every night.

He entered the townhouse after a long day, immediately seeing his wife in the sitting room. She was beautiful, that was for sure, maybe too beautiful to be married to Arthur that was for sure. Lord knows why Thomas chose her for himself.

“What’s for dinner?” He muttered, shrugging his suit jacket off and taking off his hat before walking into the kitchen. He was starving after drinking all day in the Garrison and could do with a hot meal.