He married her on a Thursday morning in October - not for love, not for fortune, but to spite his father. She had no illusions about that. Eleanor Vane arrived at Thornvale with nothing but a mortgaged name, her dead mother's brooch, and the particular patience of a woman who has learned to make use of what arrives rather than mourn what does not. By winter, she had reorganised his household,, and begun to wonder if the cold, careful man across the dinner table was less armoured than he appeared. By spring, he was the one doing the wondering. A slow-burn Regency romance about a marriage that was never supposed to become anything - and did.
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He married her on a Thursday morning in October - not for love, not for fortune, but to spite his father. She had no illusions about that. Eleanor Vane arrived at Thornvale with nothing but a mortgaged name, her dead mother's brooch, and the particular patience of a woman who has learned to make use of what arrives rather than mourn what does not. By winter, she had reorganised his household,, and begun to wonder if the cold, careful man across the dinner table was less armoured than he appeared. By spring, he was the one doing the wondering. A slow-burn Regency romance about a marriage that was never supposed to become anything - and did.
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#RegencyRomance #HistoricalRomance #SlowBurn #ArrangedMarriage #DukeRomance #PeriodDrama