How his first wife knew that he would come to the garden, Dante did not know. Though that was not important at the moment, as he was put in a serious predicament.
Two pregnant wives looked in his direction and he, stood below the pavilion watching them. Some servants, Spencer and Lily also stood behind him.
There was a silence…a pin-drop and nerve-wracking silence in the garden. Two pregnant wives and the duke, who would he choose? Whose hands would he take?
The servants saw the situation that way.
'Your grace, please make a good decision for your future and the duchy,' Spencer prayed in his heart that the duke he raised by his side would not do the same thing as the late duke.
If before, Dante would have gone to his annalise without thinking, but those eyes...those window-like blue eyes that froze him at his spot.
'Damn it,' His teeth slightly gnashed together, and his hands were curled into a fist.
'How did it become like this?' He wondered.
