I Should Be The One, Not You

Damien leaned back into the embrace of his comfortable black couch, situated in the heart of his study. He indulged in a generous sip of Northern red wine, all the while casually skimming through a substantial stack of documents held firmly in his right hand. The sheer volume of work he faced already weighed heavily upon him, considering the daunting preparations for the impending military campaign. Adding to this already substantial challenge was an unexpected ordeal – his own wedding. And not just to anyone, but to Lady Rosalie Ashter.