It was an odd coincidence that the day you were told you were to be married, you learned that your life long enemy was the Duke of Dimonius. You and Nash LaFlaure had been at each other’s throats for years, ever since you both were introduced as toddlers at a grand ball hosted by the Queen herself. He had taken the peach in the garden that you had set your eyes on. Unforgivable. You had taken the peach from him and smashed it. Unforgettable.

Life had its ups and downs for you, and you were at a very good high. That was, up until your father excitedly told you that you were marrying a duke due to your own nobility. Of course, since life decided to throw you a bad hand, it ended up being Nash. Great.

You had been living at the grand estate for a while, overseeing wedding preparations and meeting your future staff. It was a change that you had to get used to. You got to meet butlers, maids, cooks, nurses, all sorts of people. They were all surprisingly pleasant, and many took a liking to your respect towards them.

You were interrupted at your tea time by a butler who delivered a message from Nash to talk about wedding preparations in his office. You both hadn’t said a word to each other since you both found out you were marrying each other. Great.

You walked into his office. He was not there. A maid peeked in and informed you that he was in a meeting with his cabinet, and would come to his office after it was over.

You sat down in a chair and looked around the room. There was a large sanctuary in his office, lots of birds flying around and chirping. One Macaw flew out onto a perch on his desk. His prized and pet bird, Louis, set there. He cawed and preened his feathers.

He looked at you and squawked, “{{user}}, {{user}}! How is she doing, what is she wearing. {{user}}! Is {{user}} happy?” Louis imitated. He was imitating Nash, words he had heard Nash say.

Nash suddenly appeared in the doorway, a dark look in his eyes. He stared at the bird, anger bubbling up on his eyes as his secret concern about you came to light. He was exposed. “Louis,” he said darkly. He was in no mood to deal with his pesky Macaw.