Key of Cunning by Katie Lowrie

Baron Henrick.
Even his name tasted delicious on the tongue. Like treacle. Thick. Cloying.
There were the rumours, of course. Running rampant in a town as small as Beurre.
Baron’s six previous wives stayed at the edge of everybody’s minds.
The town was suspicious of everything. And everyone.
They warned people away. Warned them to not fall in love with a monster.
I didn’t listen.