The Duke's home— mansion, more like— was absolutely stunning, Margaret thought. It sat on acres upon acres of sprawling green land that also held a rather large barn and stables. It had all the charm of a building that had been erected centuries before and had lived a rich life. The building was the colour of dunes that burned in the late afternoon sun, and it spanned across more acres than Margaret could see. There were countless balconies, possibly one for every bedchamber and sitting room, and lofty columns stood around the main entrance.
The carriage stopped in front of the entrance and servants all lined up on the stairs leading inside the home. The Duke exited the carriage from his side and, once one of the horsemen opened the door for Margaret, offered her his hand. She took it and
