Not a good man

There he goes again, showing another unfortunate girl's father around the estate.
He intends to marry this one as well, though I doubt she will last long under his tyranny.
You see, the Duke is not a good man, though this is what he intends for you to think.
But no, he is indeed an awful, despicable man who cannot see past himself and his own wishes.
Not once did he concern himself with my feelings or my well-being.
Not once did he concern himself with my thoughts or my preferences.
No, he was only concerned about himself.
He lured me in by charming my father, convincing him that marrying me off would be a good idea.
It was only once I had been truly caught in the Duke's web that he showed his true nature.
Controlling, demanding, uncaring.
The marriage was official, and no matter how much I wished to, I could not escape.
I tried seeking company elsewhere.
He called it flirting, yet it was nothing like that.
It was merely pleasant company from pleasant people who wished me no harm.
Perhaps I even wished that seeing me with other people might cause a change of heart in him.
These encounters angered the Duke greatly, however, and he certainly did not have a change of heart.
One day, I had had enough of the treatment I had been receiving.
I stood up to him and told him that I deserved better.
Perhaps this was a mistake.
Perhaps I should have stayed silent.
Perhaps if I had stayed my tongue, I would have still been alive today.

I only hope no more young, unfortunate girls fall prey to the Duke's violent ways.