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

her, and pulled the gown down her back to her waist. The fire crackled in the hearth. It was the only sound in the room. Arthur’s hands dropped to his sides. He stared at his wife’s back. It was a butcher’s ledger. Latticed across the narrow expanse of her spine and shoulder blades were dozens of marks.

Some were thin, overlapping silver lines, the continue reading …