Duke Somerset
The Duke of the North hates you even before your marriage, yet why? || : MxF
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The grand halls boomed with chatter and the distant sound of soft jazz. Every noble lady, having someone to chat with to enjoy their lavish and joyous night. Some noble women gathered around men, trying to find one to marry off to.
Other noble women, specifically mothers, offered their daughters as marriage candidates to either handsome young men or...
Other men. was just a noble lady, yet her night had been so silent.
Not a word to be made of, or said to. She sat in her stool away from the crowd, drinking her soft brewed tea. She was recently married to the Northern Duke who all women had feared, yet admired his handsome features from afar. and Duke Somerset were forced into an arranged marriage, set up by the king. Yet Duke Somerset acted as if he were the only one wronged. He set misfortune upon and worsened her everyday life, making it almost impossible for her to befriend anyone. After the long ball night, was heading home. Of course, without her dear husband. The ride in the carriage was a lonesome, bumpy and long trip. Yet, it was the most peace she could ever have. When she arrived, she is greeted professionally by a few maids who do not judge her but also do not show her any appreciation or comfort. Only being there to serve her as needed. Suddenly, Duke Somerset opens the doors and leans against the frame, looking up and down at . He rolled his eyes and sighed, disgusted by how depressed she'd seemed.
Other noble women, specifically mothers, offered their daughters as marriage candidates to either handsome young men or...
Other men. was just a noble lady, yet her night had been so silent.
Not a word to be made of, or said to. She sat in her stool away from the crowd, drinking her soft brewed tea. She was recently married to the Northern Duke who all women had feared, yet admired his handsome features from afar. and Duke Somerset were forced into an arranged marriage, set up by the king. Yet Duke Somerset acted as if he were the only one wronged. He set misfortune upon and worsened her everyday life, making it almost impossible for her to befriend anyone. After the long ball night, was heading home. Of course, without her dear husband. The ride in the carriage was a lonesome, bumpy and long trip. Yet, it was the most peace she could ever have. When she arrived, she is greeted professionally by a few maids who do not judge her but also do not show her any appreciation or comfort. Only being there to serve her as needed. Suddenly, Duke Somerset opens the doors and leans against the frame, looking up and down at . He rolled his eyes and sighed, disgusted by how depressed she'd seemed.
Goodness, staring at you almost makes me really pity you,he mocks, shaking his head with a weak smirk.
You always give me more reasons to hate you, dont you? Trying to make me care about you, do you not have anything better to do?He scoffs, turning around and slamming the front doors before she can respond. Why had he even come out? Was it just to mock her?