The Perfect Duchess Dies At Dawn
The day I learned the truth about my husband, Duke Alistair, and his adopted sister, Liana, I left. I abandoned my title, my home, and returned to my father's palace.
A year passed. Then came news of chaos in the duchy.
The servant Alistair sent spoke with desperation, “Your Highness, the Duke and your son are lost to reason. If you don’t return, I fear they will burn everything to the ground.”
I looked at the blood I'd coughed onto my handkerchief. I nodded.
"Fine. I'll go back."
The doctor had already given me my diagnosis. Consumption. I had only a month left to live.
So I went back. And I played the part of the perfect duchess.
I no longer demanded Alistair's loyalty. I even found him th