She Loved the Duke Since Childhood—Until She Was Forced to Serve at His Wedding!

Nan Harker came to Averil at twelve with a box she could not lift, and the Duke's son carried it up the back stairs for her and said four words and forgot inside a week. She did not. Twelve years. She never once hoped. She knew exactly what she was and exactly what he was, and she carried the thing the way a person carries a bad knee — and when he was to be married, she was put on the trays. But she had done the bride's rooms for three weeks. She had cleared the grates and stripped the beds and stood behind that girl at a window one morning, and she was the only person in England who knew that Miss Fane did not want him. She had no proof. Nothing anybody could stand behind. And she knew that every soul in that county would call it jealousy. At seven o'clock on the wedding morning, she went down to the back passage anyway. A full-length historical romance. Four chapters. Slow burn, and it ends exactly how you hope. 🌍 Comment the country you're listening from — and what time it is where you are. 🔔 Subscribe for a new story every week. #historicalromance #historicaldrama #romancestory