Orson PoV
I opened my eyes and sighed. Roxanne had fallen asleep next to me, her chest rising and falling. She looked adorable.
Slowly, I got up, careful not to disturb her. As I slipped out of bed, I paused for a moment to admire her peaceful expression. The way her hair fell across her face and the slight smile playing on her lips made my heart swell with affection.
I know I told her that I would depend more on her, but I was the duke. The title came with expectations, and while I appreciated her support and understanding, I felt the need to uphold my role as a leader. It was a delicate balance—being a husband and a duke—and I often found myself torn between the two. Especially at times like now.
I walked over to the shower and ran it on the low flow setting. The cool water cascaded over my skin, refreshing and invigorating. I closed my eyes, allowing the sound of the water and the gentle mist to wash away the lingering fatigue from my mind.
