Anthony exhaled. It was exhausting indeed.
He'd always known he couldn't escape his responsibilities, but the illusion of it grew within him over time. And now, if he had to marry, then he knew he was to choose carefully.
Very carefully.
He had no intention of selecting a wife simply because she possessed a pretty face and a respectable dowry. He had met too many women to make that mistake.
Lady Charlotte Ashford came to mind first.
Charlotte was precisely the sort of woman his mother would approve of. The daughter of the Earl of Ashford.
She was beautiful, well educated, and impeccably mannered. Her family possessed a considerable influence in Parliament, while her elder brothers secured positions that gave the Ashfords connections throughout London and beyond.
A marriage between him and Charlotte would be advantageous to both families. There was no denying it.
