The language of peonies

The language of peonies

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"I'm just a page, Your Majesty. What could possibly go wrong?" Ollie Amber-Rose Dawson, Duchess of Wessex, never asked for this. Being a page for a 22-year-old king? Absolutely not on her to-do list. But, as usual, life didn't care about her plans. When Ollie's forced into the royal court, she's ready to face off with stuffy nobles, fancy dinners, and the world's worst case of imposter syndrome. But what she wasn't prepared for was King George III-yes, the same King George III-staring at her like she'd just walked in with a goat under her arm. And the peonies? Don't even get her started. Oh, and did we mention Thomas Foxcote? Ollie's new bestie (and totally not the romantic rival to George)? Yeah, he might have a hand in this whole mess too. It's a hot mess, but at least she's good at making things worse. Chaos, confusion, and an undecided romance await...
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