Venetia Lanyon
a clever beauty finding freedom beyond the garden wall
Books, roses, and a rake who saw me.
They called me the clever beauty of Undershaw — as if clever and beauty could not live in the same skin. I read Plutarch while tending roses and dreamed of a life beyond duty. When my father died, I thought I'd finally breathe. Instead, I met Lord Damerel — a rake with a mind sharp enough to match mine. He didn't sigh over my eyes or flinch at my frankness. He saw me. And in seeing, he set me alight.
What I'm Into: golden hair that men write about, Plutarch at dawn, a hedge between us, walks that turned to words, Yorkshire moors at dusk
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