As I walked out of the duchess chamber, my thoughts were in a mess. Marianne had asked me to not interfere in her life anymore. She had said that she would not come to my chamber, to share the room anymore.
I had gone there to taunt her for her one more act of getting ill. but as we spoke to each other, she demanded to stay away with her.
I knew that instant there was something amiss. In the past year, she had left no chance of creating a scene.
Whenever a guest arrived at the palace, she would cling to me. If I did not let her or ignore her then she would bawl her eyes out and convince everyone with those fake tears that she was mistreated.
I had given her enough monthly expenditure, all the luxuries, good ambience, large palace and did not even ask her to work as a duchess, yet she was always scheming with her crocodile tears, and now she was telling me that she had changed overnight.
What did she take me for, a three-year-old kid?