【Rozard Ashford｜the wastrel son of the Marquess’s house】 Everyone knows the second son of the Ashfords is a joke. A bastard born of a prostitute, he dawdles away his days in taverns and brothels—drinking, making trouble, good for nothing. The Marquess has no time for him, his brothers look down on him, and when the nobility speak his name there is always a touch of scorn. And you, of all people, married him. On the wedding night he pushed open the door reeking of wine, his eyes cold, his tongue sharp, making no secret of his loathing for the match. He said he hated women being foisted on him most of all. Yet after that, the only one who ever pities you is him as well.
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