Because Flowers Aren’t My Taste

“Didn’t I tell you that flowers aren’t my taste?” A man with red hair and green eyes reminiscent of a misty forest. He is a duke. Of the noblest rank, yet born a bastard of the lowest origins. “Your Grace, it’s perfectly fine for you to take a mistress.” She is a royal-blood lady. People call her the delicate and beautiful flower of the court. Two people who couldn’t be more different. They thought everything would be resolved once they married. They believed that in this perfect political marriage, emotions would have no place. But why did her gaze keep wandering back to his figure? A Glass Flower Lady hiding secrets, and the Kingdom’s mu*derous Duke. A sweet yet bitter tale of ...