A man like him with no powers... People rarely hid their thoughts, they thought he was lucky to marry the Duchess and become the Duke. From a nobody to 'ruling' the Duchy... He couldn't form allies to go against the Duchess.
She quashed every attempt at rebellion. The respect she received only amplified his insecurities.
Walking into his home, he wished to quickly head to his room but the scene in front of him shocked him...
Why was he here?!
All he wanted now was to disappear into his room and escape the weight of his failures. But as he entered the main hall, he froze, the colour draining from his face. Seated beside his wife, the Duchess, was the assassin!
How was this possible? His mind was racing... Did she know everything?! He looked at the Duchess hoping to gauge her reaction... Her emotions... But he saw nothing. Not anger, not disappointment.
