To The Perfect Duke

Mad Edith.

You killed my mother and turned me into a madwoman.

I knew, yet there was nothing I could do.

“We’ll simply enjoy dating until the day of our wedding. Next time we meet, we’ll hold hands, and by the fourth meeting, we’ll share a light kiss.”

That was when you foolishly gave me an opening.

Marriage to the Duke of Myers, famed for his perfection in all things.

“You and I shall set a date ourselves, to decide the day we enter the bedchamber together. After that, perhaps in half a year, it would be best to have a child.”

“Why do you want a child from me?”

“If a child born of a madwoman is installed as the heir apparent, then no one will bother with the House of Myers.”

A marriage built on mutual exploitation may never be warm, but that’s fine.

If I can make you live in hell without even realizing it is hell, then there is nothing I won’t do.

So smile, Reynolds.

Until I pave the road before you that leads straight into the fires of hell.