Who says a eunuch can’t fall in love?

In the noble courts of Valemont, everyone seems to agree that he cannot.
Theodore von Virchow is the duke’s second son. A decorated war hero. A man of quiet authority whose cold composure makes even seasoned nobles uneasy.
And he is devastatingly handsome.
Tall, broad-shouldered, and sinfully good-looking, Theodore looks like a man carved by the gods themselves. Many whisper that such beauty is a cruel waste on a eunuch.

With a single declaration, Theodore placed himself beyond the expectations of marriage, heirs, and romantic pursuits. Society accepted it without question.
The court pitied him.
The women stopped pursuing him.
And life quietly moved on.
Everyone accepted the truth.
Everyone… except Everetta Whitmore.
For thirteen years, Everetta has loved exactly one man. While society calls her foolish and her parents attempt to marry her off to more suitable lords, she refuses every offer placed before her.
Because Everetta Whitmore does not believe love should be so easily abandoned.
And if Theodore von Virchow truly is a eunuch?
Then she intends to find out exactly what a eunuch ‘can’ do.
Everetta begins a relentless pursuit that shocks the entire court. From scandalous masquerade balls to suspiciously convenient accidents in gardens, libraries, and moonlit balconies, she repeatedly throws herself into Theodore’s path with reckless determination.
She bumps into him.
Provokes him.
Tempts him.
And every time he tries to escape her, she only chases harder.
Until one evening, Theodore finally snaps.
“You are chasing a man who cannot give you anything,” he says coldly. “Have you no dignity?”
Everetta only smiles.
“Dignity?” she says sweetly. “If I cared about dignity, I wouldn’t be in love with you.”
But Theodore von Virchow is a man who keeps his distance from the world, guarding himself behind silence and restraint.
Least of all does he want the stubborn woman who refuses to leave him alone anywhere near his carefully ordered life.
Yet the more Everetta chases him, the more impossible it becomes for him to ignore her.
Because chasing a man who insists he cannot love her might ruin her reputation… but Everetta has never been afraid of scandal.
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A scandalous historical romance about obsession, forbidden desire, and the relentless woman determined to prove that even a eunuch cannot escape love forever.

"Your knitting skills have grown quite poor, Everetta. How can you discard such a noble pastime?"


Everetta just stuck her knitting pin through her woolen creation and twisted it, choosing to ignore her mother's words.


"Have I become such a pest that you do not find it worth your while to even speak to me, Everetta?"


She looked up from the scarf she was knitting, meeting her mother's gaze. Lady Whitmore's skin glowed under the bright morning light - another indicator that being with child suited her.


Eve reached out and touched her mother's knee. "I just enjoy the silence."


Her mother fell silent after that, but it was a very reluctant concession on her part.


She and Agnes had been home for three days already. It felt good to be home. Visiting the town's orphanage to deliver freshly baked bread had made her feel some semblance of what she used to feel like when she was younger, but the moment she was back to the manor, the feeling of emptiness returned.


Chapter 147 - Scarves