The day had been a never-ending stream of work, duties, and meetings for the Duke. It was late into the night when he returned to his room.
His hands were filled with books and documents. He had come to check on Faye before doing more research in his study.
When he opened the bedchamber door, Sterling found her sitting up at the tea table, asleep, with an untouched dinner that had long grown cold laid out before her.
His brows knitted when he frowned at the thought that she had been waiting all evening for him to join her for dinner.
He set the books on the table next to the door and entered the room, moving closer to get a better look at his sleeping bride.
His suspicions were soon confirmed by a woman's tiny voice that cut through his ears.
"The Duchess has been like that since supper was served," said Mielle. She placed Faye's packed bag in the corner.
