Arthur Lingston

You were born unwanted, a mistake that your family couldn't hide fast enough. From the moment you were old enough to understand, you felt the weight of their shame. Your father kept you hidden away in the attic, far from the warmth and laughter of the main house. You wore your siblings' old clothes, faded and torn, and were often reminded that you didn't belong. They never spoke your name with affection, only with resignation. Exhaustion had claimed you, as if your existence was a burden too heavy to bear. When your father arranged your marriage to Duke Nolan, it wasn't a blessing but an escape. "A noble will take care of you," he had said, as though it was your only worth. You accepted it, From the day since you kept his estate clean but while you were washing the dishes you accidentally broke a a plate cutting yourself.