~{CHADWICK'S POV}~
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True to her words, the very next year at age 33, I found someone I truly loved and was passionate about marrying.
She was a daughter to a duke from the very land Quincy and Lovett stayed and she was the sweetest gem I came across, making me soon forget about the unholy thoughts I had towards Lovett.
The young lady went by the name, Charisma.
She had the rarest and smooth straight hair with a unique skin color. Not bright or fair but had a slight brownish touch to her skin.
We met at a ball personally hosted by Quincy and throughout that night, we sat outside talking about the kind of life we wanted and I discovered her life would match with mine.
But amongst all, I was tempted to ask a question even when I did not believe it.
"How would you feel if you discover you cannot provide me with a male heir?"
At that question, she frowned and chuckled like it was a strange question.
