Hi guys, just uploaded chapter 15 of my romance story! It's set in the victorian era with a twist on the enemies to lovers trope so if that interests you, give it a read! Below is a link along with a snippet of the recent chapter and I would love for you to check it out! 
Snippet:
Rebecca was just finishing the overlays of my gown when she started to remark about the handful of letters she’s delivered this past week. “If you don’t mind my saying, My Lady, it would seem quite thoughtful of His Grace to have written to you.” Though I consider her attempt at conversation hails from a place of goodwill, she is sorely mistaken in her impression of the future duke.
“Quite,” I smile with widened eyes, “Though, I’m not certain ‘thoughtful’ would be the best term to describe him.”
“Oh,” Rebecca pauses, curious, “What might be preferable?”
“Well,” I suggest slyly, reaching for the letter opener, “Perhaps he is more accurately described as calculated, seen as how I wouldn’t assume sending a drove of love letters is very considerate.”
“Ah, well,” Rebecca answers, with a wavering certainty, “Forgive me if I’ve overstepped my boundaries.” She starts a retreat for the mattress to busy herself with the task of bedding.
“Of course not, Rebecca,” I console, puncturing the envelope, “It wasn’t you who wrote each painstaking letter - that fault alone lies with His Grace.”
“Certainly,” Rebecca agrees, fluffing my pillows. Tearing through the letter’s lip, I set the knife aside. I slip my fingers into the envelope, and lift out yet another poorly timed note. I shoot a blinded glare at the ink penmanship before pinching the top of the page with either hand. The drawn out sound of my tearing it in half alerts my handmaids of my disdain. “My Lady,” Rebecca perks up, stunned by my response. “What might you be doing - if you don’t mind my asking, that is?” she quickly clarifies.
“Hmm?” I retort aloofly, rising from my seat, “I’m merely doing what any lady would have done had she received a letter from the likes of His Grace.”
