Come and Cry at My Funeral

Lowly shepherd. Illegitimate daughter. Disgraceful duchess. Although she had married her beloved Duke Izar, Freesia lived as though she was trapped at the bottom of a bleak, hapless abyss. Her family took complete advantage of her, and the people of the duchy hated her for being a stain on the household’s honor. And then there was her husband, Izar. Even after she had suffered a miscarriage, he remained cold. “To be born to parents like us—happiness would forever elude that child.” At Freesia’s funeral, he had shed not a single tear. But Freesia wished for one last thing. Please, cry for me. Shed even a single tear. Dearly, I hope that your feelings might change. Even if it means ...