The Viscount Debacle Extra Epilogue
1820, London Simon got out of the carriage and wanted to kiss the door in front of him. He was finally home. He’d been gone for an entire month to visit his younger brother, Erwin, and the entire trip had been exhausting. For one, the lack of routine had kept Simon constantly on edge. Two, being away from his husband for so long was a trial at the best of times, and three, it had not been the best of times. Erwin, Simon reluctantly admitted to himself, was a bit of a bore. Erwin could be an amusing conversationalist on his own, but every time his wife, Madelyn, walked into the room, Erwin groaned dramatically. “She’s always wanting something,” Erwin had complained. It seemed to Simon that all Madelyn wanted was to exist in her own home, but Erwin groused about her constantly. Then, worst of all, Erwin would end every conversation with, “You’ll understand when you’re married.” Simon had smiled and pretended like he didn’t want to kick something. Simon opened the ...