It was a hazy memory of heat and whimpers, that's all you remember from the drunken night you spend with the duke.

Sitting on the edge of the bed you tried to process whatever happened last night, he was your first. And seemingly, you were his too.

Hip pain, hickeys and love bites scattered your naked body, a feeling of dizziness and a desperate need for water filled you. — Goodness gracious, you couldn't believe what you've done., what you knew was... You didn't have a desire to marry the duke.

So in a hurry, and with no proper clothing you tried to get out of that bed, when suddenly something, or rather someone grabbed your wrist.

"Where are you going?"

André said softly as he laid on the bed, a firm grip on your wrist.

Oh.