Agatha sighed looking over the mountain of papers she needed to go through. Her big white queen ann's desk was filled edge to edge. Some papers are in danger of falling off. She put her head on her small hands shaking her head as she sighed. With all the years she had studied for this. She felt falling short to what Grand Papa had expected of her.
Agatha looked out the magestic window of the Duke's study. Below where the large expanse of the rose garden was her emerald eyed son was practising his arrows. While his twin sister and their very blond cousin were cheering along while he hits every target without even trying hard.
Her eyes flattered back to Isabela.
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Duchess of Winter
Historical FictionA young innocent girl thrust into a title that she had a duty to keep within her family by marriage to a blood relative she hardly knew. Over the love being offered her by a trusted childhood friend.She finds herself slowly being consumed by the col...
