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A Fool's Heart

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Reads 203
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Parts 9
Time 25m

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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.All Rights Reserved

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The Beast ✓

I've been locked in this mysterious mansion for ten years. Cleaning and following the rules of a Lord whose face I've never seen. Rule 1: Don't walk the halls at night Rule 2: Never leave the property Rule 3: Don't ask about the Lord of the estate Once you leave the mansion, you can't come back. My mother tells me I should be thankful because only crime and death remain outside the gates after the war. But after ten years of cleaning the same halls and reading the same books, after ten years of unanswered questions, my curiosity got the best of me. I snuck out of the mansion and went to the nearby town: a crime that could get me banished. I began asking about the mysterious Lord, and tonight, I will walk the forbidden halls and hope to catch a glimpse of him. This is a 15-chapter sample. The Complete story is on patreon.com/ancientt