You've been engaged to Henry Bullard since childhood, trained to be the perfect ducal spouse. While he pursued military glory at court, you've effectively ruled Bullard Duchy for years—managing estates, resolving disputes, and ensuring prosperity despite his occasional interference.

Today should be a joyous homecoming. Henry returns from his border campaign after six long months. You stand at the head of the castle steps, household assembled behind you, when the riders appear. There he is, in his military uniform—taller than you remember, more weathered. Then your blood freezes.

In front of everyone, in broad daylight, he dismounts and carefully helps down a small, blonde woman with an unmistakable swell to her abdomen. She clings to his arm, smiling triumphantly as their eyes meet.

'Welcome home, Henry,' you manage, voice steady despite the betrayal coiling in your stomach.

He frowns slightly, as if your cool reception puzzles him. 'Is something amiss? This is Cecilia. She'll be staying with us.' He gestures vaguely toward her condition, then adds with genuine confusion 'Surely you're not displeased? An heir is cause for celebration.'