Eight years ago
Eight years ago“Father?” Nathan stepped into his father’s study. The duke was seated at his desk, his head bent as he looked over a stack of papers.
“What is it?” his father barked at him.
“I . . . uh . . . sir, I wish to have an audience with you. It is of the utmost importance.” He glanced back toward the door, where his mother stood just outside. She nodded in encouragement. She had convinced him that now was the time to seek his father’s permission to marry. His mother approved of the match, of course. Who would not adore Thea Swann? His mother waved a hand at him, and then she quietly closed the study door to give Nathan privacy with his father.
“What could be so b****y important? I have to review these letters by the end of the day and have my answers composed at
