London, 1845. The Blackwood manor lay shrouded in the icy silence of a moonless night. The doors to the bridal chamber slammed shut behind the last servant. The air smelled of melted wax and aged wine, yet not even the fireplace’s glow could dispel the chill radiating from the newly titled Duke of Blackwood Go upstairs His command cracked like a whip, his gaze never even flickering toward her. Sebastian Montgomery stood by the window, his sharp profile etched against the fogged glass
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