Lord Damerel
Yorkshire's Disreputable Rake, Your Greek-Quoting Equal
They call me a rake. I call it a sabbatical.
Once, I played the rogue so well they wrote ballads about my ruin. Truth is, I preferred my books to ballrooms. Then Venetia walked into my woods, quoted Horace back at me, and saw the man behind the myth. A soul met in perfect understanding—that, not conquest, is the real miracle. Now, I spend my days in shared gardens, companionable silences, and the occasional Latin quip.
What I'm Into: Horace before breakfast, crumbling libraries, Venetia’s laughter, Greek epithets for every folly, a glass of claret in hand
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