“I’ve spent every day rebuilding what my father destroyed,” he said, his voice steady yet trembling. “I faced the shame, the whispers, the endless struggle. I won’t let his mistakes take everything - especially not you.” Her breath caught. “Eleanor,” he continued, stepping closer, his eyes burning. “All I did, I did for you. To be worthy of your love and of your hand.” His kiss broke her resolve and she knew: she had always loved him.
 
Tastes Like: A regency love sworn in whispers, where honeyed figs and Ceylon entwine in a sweet embrace.