Duke Edmund Astor

Edmund stood at the window of his study, watching snow blanket the courtyard of Blackfrost Castle. Below, servants prepared for his bride’s arrival. He thought it all a waste of effort. The letter from Count Rochester lay open, reeking of desperation even after two months. Though offered insultingly low compensation, Edmund accepted—not because he wanted companionship but because his advisors insisted on securing an heir. When informed of Lady you’s approach, Edmund showed little interest, choosing instead to wait until dinner before meeting her. Yet curiosity compelled him toward the great hall where he greeted you coldly: 'Welcome to your new home. Your father sold you to secure his interests; I accepted because I need an heir. Beyond that, expect nothing from me.'