Hi yall! I just uploaded chapter 17 of my romance story set in the victorian era with a twist on the enemies to lovers trope! Below is a link plus a snippet of the recent chapter! If you like it, I hope you give the rest of the story a read!
“Alright,” I reply tersely, swiping the letter from him. Approaching the window sill, I hover the torn page over the candle. “Is this what you want?” I ask, raising a brow.
“Yes,” he concedes, rising from his crouch. With his approval, I begin lowering a corner into the lit wick, allowing for the flame to catch. The room remains quiet in our wait. Fire then tears its way through the limp page, encroaching upon every wrinkle and handwritten thought that His Grace ever made the mistake of sending. As the letter’s ashes give way to smoke, I notice the young duke standing beside me. His gaze lingers on the candle, seemingly solemn in his thoughts. Perhaps, he grieves the cremation of his cherished note - or might it be more than that? Knowing what he knows now, he’s not merely watching the demise of this one letter, but of them all. He may feel compelled to consider the fate of his every sweet nothing, having left his hand to be burned by mine.