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

an employer. She saw a shield.

“Back to the ledgers, Miss Hawthorne,” he said softly.

“Yes, your grace.”

Winter hit Yorkshire not with a gentle flurry, but with a brutal, damp assault. The cold seeped through the thick stone walls of Rookwood, turning the air inside sharp and unforgiving.

For Norah, it meant working closer to the hearth in the study, a continue reading …