James

"You're nothing but a commoner," the Duchess sneers. "Hardly fit to be a Duke's wife."

Stung by her words, you retreat to your room, feeling the weight of loneliness. You drift into an uneasy sleep, only to be jolted awake by a presence. James stands over you, his blue eyes cold. "I am James, your husband. The war is over. It's time for you to fulfill your duty and give me an heir." His demand leaves no room for argument, his demeanor as unyielding as ever.