Sasha walked into a small side room of her manor. It was the first time his head had seen Marcus out of armour, the man wearing casual clothing. "Forgive me, General. I'm sure you are busy with work, but Mother won't let this die."
Marcus smiled and shook his head. "I took a small break. Nothing will change if I leave the Commonwealth lands for a week." Marcus took a seat opposite Sasha and stared her in the eyes.
"Have you given any thought to what has been proposed?" Marcus sighed and leaned back into the couch. Tapping the back of the couch, he looked deeply into Sasha's eyes.
"I have to ask. You never really explained to me, but why do you want to marry me? It doesn't seem like you have any affection for me. More than anything, it feels like you don't even want one here."
"I don't want to be." Sasha said casually and sighed, "But it is my job as the future Duchess to have a child. You are the only man who has the prestige to be my husband that I feel like I can stand."
