Her Stepmother Sent Her to the Duke as a Joke – He Offered Her a Chair Before He Said a Word

dressed in her same faded gray gown. Mrs. Gable, the grim-faced housekeeper with a posture like an iron rod, had taken her wet cloak the night before. It was returned to her chair this morning, brushed clean of mud and thoroughly dried—a silent, efficient courtesy that spoke volumes of how Rookwood operated. You did your job, and you survived.

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