I'm eighteen and he's thirty-four.
I'm absolutely nobody...while everyone on social media is crazy over him, England's #1 Heartthrob---and the fifth Duke of Flanders.
I would never have considered surrendering myself to his claim if not for that glimpse of warmth in his icy blue eyes.
What we have is imperfect but beautiful. It's almost but not quite love...and it would have been more than enough if only I haven't found out Rathe sees me as his most shameful secret.