The Duke's Substitute Wife
The sorrow of Duke Arland

Two days and two nights a man was busy with work, turning his mind to a woman running from her life. The man wrote something, not a piece of writing but only meaningless scribbles. The man squeezed the innocent white paper, then threw it in any direction.

Not just one piece of paper he threw away, even his study room had only piles of round-shaped paper scattered everywhere. It's under the table, under the chair, near the bookshelf and behind the door.

For two days no one dared to visit him. Only a faithful woman sees his condition, brings him breakfast and dinner, during the day he will bring snacks. But no one was able to make his saliva come out. The cold-faced stern man remained focused on the graffiti that represented his endless sense of direction.

"Your Majesty," cried someone. The woman carried a tray following one of the servants of her residence. A glass of water and rice along with vegetables and side dishes.

"It's been two of His Majesty's like this." He said as he put the tray on the table. Can not be denied his sadness and jealousy is increasing. What she felt saw her husband slumped on another woman, his second wife. For two days, her husband was untouched.

"Bring me back I don't taste." Again he squeezed the paper that only contained the scribble, throwing it in any direction. The woman looked at every corner of the room. No matter how many servants carried blank paper, it was possible that the paper stock in the empire would be depleted by his deeds.

"Eat even a little."

"Don't force me." Short answer no one can argue, but the woman in front of him is still cool, do not want his health condition to decline.

"It's not that His Majesty doesn't like it, but why is it that he's feeling shaken now."

"Your Majesty misses her, so meet her instead of torturing yourself."

The pen stopped. "I don't want to be disturbed, just bring all the food. Don't talk about it."

"His Majesty's actions also hurt me."

The pen in his hand broke. "Aky's aware, but I can't stop my feelings."

"Go away, leave me alone. Before the Duchess feels betrayed."

"First you are the mother of my son. Both of you are indeed bearing my legal wife. And if you can choose, the password time can be replayed. I want to choose .."

His words paused remembering his past.

"You will choose it, from the beginning you want it. If that had not happened. Yeah, you'll live with her with Viola." He continued the words of Duke Arland. Already he felt, the look of hatred was not entirely hate there is still love.

The man laughed, but his eyes glazed over. "Yes, it should be like that. I should have been the lucky guy to have it, but baby I was wasting it. I shouldn't have given it to him. She's a woman who doesn't know anything."

"Can't Your Majesty lie to me, keep my feelings."

"I've been lying all along, no, if he hadn't shown up. Maybe I think it's still getting deeper. Letting those feelings get buried over time."

"And His Majesty will lie to His Majesty's feelings."

Duke Arland laughed even more, he was confused as to what to answer. His wife told him to lie, but now.

"Then what should I do? you told me to lie."

"Do I need to divorce you?" ask Duke Arland. The tears flowed down. He never expected the words to come out of his mouth. It had been a dozen years, the man noticed it, spoiled it. "Why has His Majesty changed only because of his recent arrival."

"In fact, I just realized it. I had only secretly seen him from far away. When Dad said I'd be paired with him. Happiness cannot be described by anything. A reality that made my father die and the harsh reality that Dad was the person I wanted to have bad intentions for my family. He was intent on destroying, separating my father and mother. That harsh reality left me unable to tell the difference between love and revenge. And all this time I've chosen revenge over love."

Duchess Eliana feels her life is falling apart, "Eat." His words passed away. He could not bear to listen to all his honesty. Duchess Eliana chose to be quiet herself, crying in her room.