We’re Married, After All

A week before the wedding, my fiancé ran away. So, I married his younger brother. Danel, who had been a monk, renounced his vows to marry me. We were a couple brought together by circumstance, with nothing in common—except for our nightly obligations to conceive an heir. Honestly, I didn’t have high expectations for Danel. To be frank, I approached our wedding night with the mindset of entering a convent. After all, he had spent half his life in a monastery, and I doubted he even knew where to put what. Yet that night, for the first time in my life, I passed out during s*x. I thought, perhaps, this marriage wasn’t so bad after all. If a duty-bound act could be this enjoyable, spendi...