The Crazy Wife Of Northern Duke
Thinking
Only when he heard the angry slam of his door did the Duke remove his spectacles and raise his eyes.
He stared at the door, as if he could see his daughter there if only he looked hard enough.
Edward James McKenna(FL’s Dad)
King Fredrik Backman was a wise king for forty years, but he was getting old.
Too old to see or accept that his bastard sons were conspiring to bring down the Crown Prince.
The court of Brygent had been calm for months. The strange calmness before a storm.
As a duke and adviser to the king, there was no doubt he would be drawn into the whirlpools, dirty politics and schemes—the only question was 'when'.
He was getting old, too. Too old and too far detached from the rising families at court to ensure his daughter's safety.
He could not thank the Gods enough for Duke Arthur Michael Windsor timely proposal.
The young Duke was well-known for his wealth and influence in the Northern Lands.
She would be safe there, as his wife, hundreds of leagues away from court he thought.
His Alessandra was only sixteen, still a restless and hotheaded child, and he would have her company for a few more years.
If only it was up to him.
Alessandra sat before her mirror of polished silver, pulling long faces at herself.
Emily brushed through her young lady’s long hair, braiding it loosely, and admiring the way the strands reflected white and sliver in the bright midday light.
Emily was the late Duchess of Brygent handmaiden, who became Alessandra’s nursemaid when the Duchess died in childbirth.
Once a beauty, the passage of time and a life in service have turned her into a plump, grim-looking woman with lips that turned down at the corners.
But should one ever care to look beneath skin-deep appearances, they would find the kind and gentle heart of an honest and loyal servant who looked out for the young lady of the house as if she were her own.
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