Tudor King
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  • Reads 6,189
  • Votes 77
  • Parts 15
  • Time 2h 15m
Ongoing, First published Aug 03, 2021
Anne escaped and left her children with mary. She is in France. Francois has always been a knight and lady's man. She saved his life. He marries her out of gratitude. She thinks he married her out of gratitude. He married her out of love.

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A Glimpse of Love

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First book of the Acklams "A love hidden in memories..." Henry Acklam had long ago abandoned any thoughts of love. There were duties to fulfill-responsibilities to his family-and no room for weakness, no one with whom he could share his deepest feelings. At least, that was what he told himself. Yet, there was Noah, his best friend, whose heart ached for a loving marriage, someone to build a future with. Henry, ever loyal, would help him find the perfect wife, sacrificing his own discomfort to attend balls and events that never truly interested him. Anna Keighley, on the other hand, was in her fourth season, and the search for a husband wasn't a priority for her. Yet, unlike Henry, she did not shy away from the idea of love. Her open heart made Henry question his own convictions. She was the perfect match for Noah-beautiful, graceful, and kind-someone who could light up any room. Still, in the quiet depths of Henry's soul, something lingered, something he couldn't ignore. Love, he had come to believe, resided not in grand gestures, but in the unspoken glances shared between two people. When Anna Keighley looked at him, there was a spark, a quiet intensity, that spoke of a bond neither of them could deny.