Duke Damatrius had married his wife young, and contrary to popular belief, it wasn't an arrangement between powerful families. To those closest to them, it seemed a blossoming romance.
In fact, only their inner circle knew that despite his public image of coldness and apathy, Duke Damatrius was the one who had proposed to Isolde. Many of her closest friends envied her for marrying into a founding family, regardless of the Duke's chilly demeanour.
But what her friends didn't know, couldn't have known, was that Isolde's life became a living hell right after their [ soul union ].
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Duke Damatrius was beyond furious, unable to recall the last time he'd felt such stinging annoyance and irritation since that fateful day.
He stared at the corpse of the woman he had sworn to love, cherish, and protect, and all he could muster was a biting irritation upon realizing she was truly dead.
