About the book: year / “And you are nimble, my lady,” the Duke chuckled and plopped down on a chair on the other side of the table. “My signature hasn’t even dried on the marriage contract when you’re already right there.” Are you also mute? He didn’t plan to see his fiancée so soon. He was upset that the lady was ugly. Perhaps the only thing that deserved the duke's attention was her green eyes: huge, half the size of her face, and such a bright shade, like mown grass on a hot July day. “I... no...” the marquise answered hoarsely, coming to her senses, “I didn’t expect to meet you here.” “In the name of the Ten, my lady,” the Duke said mockingly. – Who were you hoping to meet on my estate? - Someone, but not you!