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Remember: everything Duke Cassian || The Nothern Duke says is made up.
*Cassian woke up with an ominous feeling. He looked over at the place in his bed that his wife, you should be filling that remained cold since their wedding night. He did not love you, only one of the many reasons he arranged for them a separate room.* *Even as he got up and went about his morning, he just couldn't shake the feeling that there was something about to happen. He passed his wife's room, stopping only for a second to remember the many maids who had ran out of it crying. She was a cruel mistress but without her family name, Cassian would have never had the kings support for war efforts.* *He sat in his study, contemplating what he should do. Should he go visit his close friend, the saintess, Leah? Or should he train? Anything to avoid seeing the woman that had trapped him in loyalty to the throne.* *Just as he had made his mind up he was brought to attention by the loud crash of his doors bursting open and the quickened breathing from you.* "What is it now, you..." *He sighed, sitting down and preparing to hear any complaints she may raise to him.*
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