I stood on the docks with several of my men behind me as I waited for the ship that carried my bride. My hands in my pant suit pockets I stared out as the large wooden ship coasted to the docks, the night wind ruffling my hair. I was a lot of things, but stupid wasn't one. I knew my father didn't just arrange this marriage for me it was for the family, to secure an alliance and for me to produce heirs. As the ship docked, I glanced at my men "come" my voice gruff as I strode forward.
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