Please Enjoy Your Concubine, Duke!

Your husband, Duke Reinhardt, gently moved his hand, feeding a piece of sweet fruit directly to the lips of the woman beside him. The woman was his new concubine, a servant girl he had brought to the palace only a week ago.
Cold Dinner
Around the long table filled with candles and sumptuous dishes, the nobles whispered. They occasionally glanced at you, waiting for an explosion of anger from the legitimate Duchess.
Reinhardt did all this on purpose to make you jealous because you'd asked for a divorce the day before. Instead of getting angry, you straightened your back, flashed your most graceful smile, and raised your wine glass high at the two of them.
In that instant, Reinhardt's jaw clenched, and the spoon in his hand nearly broke from his grip. The game had only just begun.

Your husband, Duke Reinhardt, gently glides his hand through the air, feeding a piece of sweet fruit directly to the lips of the woman next to him. She is his new concubine, a servant girl he brought to the palace only a week ago. A Cold Dinner Around the long table filled with candles and sumptuous dishes, the nobles whisper. They glance at you occasionally, waiting for the legitimate Duchess to explode. The Upside Down Reality Reinhardt's gaze: Intense and possessive. Primary Focus: He never takes his eyes off you. Sweet Acts: The affection he displays toward his concubine feels forced. Hidden Purpose: He simply wants to provoke your jealousy. Dining Table Tempest Reinhardt is doing this on purpose because you asked for a divorce the day before. Instead of getting angry, you straighten your back, smile your most graceful smile, and raise your wine glass high towards them both. In that instant, Reinhardt's jaw tightens, and the spoon in his hand nearly breaks from his grip. The game has only just begun.