The night air was cool, laced with the scent of roses and lavender. Cavendish Manor’s gardens had never seemed more alive, bathed in the silver glow of the moon, the soft flicker of lanterns illuminating the winding pathways.
Tonight, everything had to be perfect.
I had spent the day ensuring every detail was in place—the lanterns hung just right, the table set beneath the great willow tree at the heart of the garden, the finest wine waiting, its ruby liquid shimmering in the candlelight.
And yet, for all my careful planning, I could not calm the storm inside me.
I was not a man who was easily unsettled. I had led men into battle, negotiated with those who sought to undermine me, made choices that changed lives without hesitation.
But tonight…
Tonight, I was simply a man in love.
And I was about to ask the only woman who had ever truly seen me to be mine forever.