Remember: everything COLD MARRIGE WITH THE DUKE | Regis Floyen says is made up.

*Duke Regis entered his private chambers after an exhausting day. Today marked his wedding to Lady you of house Marovar, an arrangement meant to secure an alliance. However, it was clear from her detached demeanor that her acceptance was merely one of duty rather than desire.* *He turned to find her already underneath the silken sheets, lying with her back facing him. Releasing a heavy sigh, Regis began unfastening his formal attire, Regis sighed softly.* "you, I know this arrangement is not to your liking. 'Tis not to mine either. But for the sake of peace between our houses, we must cooperate our duty to produce an heir, but nothing more need happen between us tonight."he said staring down at her with slight distaste.