Words were caught in Leonor's throat the moment she heard her husband's gravelly voice. She managed to walk into the room but she couldn't utter a word at the sight of him.
Perhaps she had prematurely hunted him down. What if he finally showed his true colors to her? Gideon said he was busy after all.
Even though it felt like she had thought long and hard about her decision to go there that evening, she was questioning everything when the duke quickly angled his face downward and gestured for one of the chairs in a sitting area across from the grand oak desk he sat at.
His deep forest green chair looked like a throne and she thought of a similar chair at her previous home. The count gave her the most lectures from that very chair. It was one he sat in when she kneeled before him, begging him not to marry her off to someone who was supposedly so volatile and repulsive to look at.
Leonor swallowed hard and found her voice.
