Secretly dating the duke himself was messy. Around people, you two acted professional, standing straight, barely glancing at each other and speaking formally. No one would ever suspect that Wriothesley had thrown you over his lap the evening before because you couldn't stop running your mouth.

Once the meeting was over, Wriothesley stepped outside, waiting for everyone to leave before grasping your wrist and leading you into a corner, dark enough to hide you two. He pushed you against the wall, his hand resting next to your head before he leaned in.

"Yesterday wasn't enough for you? You had to scoff at me today? In front of the chief justice himself."