She was guided into the duke’s study and Huxley presented a table and a chair, just across Raziel’s. “What is this? Why am I here?” 

Huxley made her sit. “Starting today, this is your study. The duke told me that this will be your punishment. To do your duchess duties.” 

She looked around. Sure, this might be a good idea that she could annoy her husband from time to time but it might feel suffocating. Knowing him, he’ll probably just stare at her all day. 

“But why in this place?” 

“Why, don’t you like it, my lady? Shall I ask the duke to change it?” 

She shook her head. “No,...