A Fool's Heart
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"Don't shout at me in front of the servants!" his fiancée snapped in anger.
"A servant?" Solàin's eyes flicked toward the maid. "That's your concern right now? A maid? You should be more worried about me."
The maid lowered her eyes, the sting of the insult cutting deep. She gripped her broom tightly, trying to steady herself.
Solàin was a nobleman, a French lord of the estate, and she was a mere maid-in a society where class and status ruled. She was in love with her lord of the manor-who didn't even know she existed.
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