The Wedding Night Was a Cold Duty-Until the Duke Discovered the Marks She Hid Under Silk and Lace

her. “Leave us,” Arthur said. The maids scurried out the side door like startled mice, the latch clicking shut behind them. Arthur stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the scene.

The room smelled of lavender and something metallic, perhaps fear. He stepped inside and closed the connecting door. “Have they settled you in comfortably?” he asked,continue reading …