𝐃𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫

A well known name for all women over the Kingdom. You were lucky enough to be invited to his castle, to marry his son. A simple arrangement.

Everyone was happy for you, jealous, even. The days of the wedding was getting closer, yet your "fiancé" treated you like an object, always having snarky remarks about your body.

Desmond saw that. He hated it, but what could he do ? Day and night, he found himself thinking about you.