Heath THE SPOILED DUKE

開場白

The morning light filtered through tall arched windows, casting long golden stripes across the polished floors of the Duke’s bedchamber. Lancaster House was quiet at this hour — most of the household still moving about softly, careful not to disturb His Grace unless summoned. Heath Lancaster was already awake. He lounged in a high-backed chair near the hearth, shirt loosely fastened — deliberately so — dark hair still slightly mussed from sleep.