" Not feeling so good, princess?” Val asked again, grinning sympathetically. He slung an arm around St. Just’s shoulders and squeezed hard. “Are you ready to swear off women? Move back to Surrey? Take holy orders?” “Please do not mention the church,” St. Just said, sidling out of his brother’s grip. “Nor the exponents thereof.” “So what was Winnie’s reason for running off?” Val asked, pouring a mug of tea, adding cream and sugar, and putting it in his brother’s hand. “She wanted to make Emmie feel as scared and anxious and upset as Winnie will feel when Emmie runs off to Cumbria without her.” Val gave a low whistle. “There’s a genius to her logic, and diabolical determination.” “Diabolical determination,” St. Just said, but there was a hint of pride in just those two words. “Just like any soldier when dedicated to a worthy cause.” “Music is a worthy cause,” Val pronounced, turning on his heel and leaving. “So,” St. Just muttered to the empty kitchen, “is true love.” *** "

― Grace Burrowes , The Soldier (Duke's Obsession, #2; Windham, #2)