Synopsis
"Don't even think about being recognized as my wife. I would never father a child with Balazit's daughter."
Nadia nearly said it out loud: same, actually.
Thank you, Marquis. Please, hold to that.
***
"You made it clear you had no interest in sharing a bed with me."
"…"
"So if you want an heir, you'd have to take a concubine instead…"
Crack.
Nadia's head snapped toward the noise.
A split had appeared somewhere along the corner of the table her husband was sitting at.
Why was that table suddenly falling apart?
