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Robb had witness, alongside the rest of London, the festival given in honour of the duke of Winslow. A spectacle, they said. but all Robb could see was waste. waste of money, wast of time.
He continued walking home.
For over an hour, Robb had been stalking to his cottage. filthy, and covered in mine dust he was, when he saw the gold carriage hop by on the road. He'd seen the lord of Andles, old and fat. Beside him sat the man whom (rumour would have it) would rule england someday.
He'd only heard about the Winslow duke, thus was his suprise great when they had shared for a brief moment a connecting gaze. He was not at all, fat and ugly, like you would have it with most of england's rich and powerful. But gallant, and young.
Robb, as he was strutting his feet, had not been able to shake the feeling he had encountered his greatest love.
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RomanceWhen the most powerful man on the earth falls deadly ill, with no heirs to take his place; his crown is to be given to one of his closets relative. The Duke of Pessline South. But when the Duke, unexpectedly gets murdered, the successor is inconclus...
