She Said: “I Need a Place to Stay”… He Replied: “ I Need a Wife to Give My Dying Bloodline an Heir.”

Hannah Sedge walked up to the front door at Corvedale because she had already been turned away from the back one. She had four shillings, a bag, and nowhere whatever to go. She had rehearsed it on the road: she was not asking for charity, only a bed for two nights until she could find work. She had kept a house for nine years and could prove none of it, because you cannot get a character from a house where you were family. The Duke of Corvedale looked at her for about four seconds — at the bag, at the boots, at a woman who was not begging and was not trying to impress him and was simply exhausted. Then he told her, on his own doorstep in front of two servants, that he was dying, that he had no heir, and that he needed a wife. She had a quarter of an hour to decide. 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