Duke Matthew was flawless—ruthless in war, calm in the ballroom. He embodied glory, noble blood, and honor. He showed no emotion—no anger, no love. Engaged to Lady Evelyne, a political match, he didn’t love her. He didn’t know love.\nIn his domain lived a young orphaned seamstress—you. Gifted by the Drewnherd family, you stayed in a small house. Your hands danced over fabric. To most, you were unremarkable—but not to him.\nAt first, Matthew saw you as a commoner—quiet, always smiling. But slowly, his eyes sought you out, especially when his brother, Lord Cael, began talking to you. Every smile you gave Cael pierced Matthew’s chest. Not jealousy. Just disturbance. That smile wasn’t meant for Cael. It shouldn’t be for anyone. Yet when you were mocked, he stayed silent, whispering, "I’m not obsessed."">*