MARCH MADNESS / RICH-POOR /

The Duke and the Peasant

Heather Kinnane
Heather Kinnane’s Steamy Stories

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A week in the woods leads to something neither of them dreamed of.

The job was a necessary evil. Money earned sent back to struggling parents and siblings.

Moire was the oldest, but at eighteen still hadn’t caught the eye of any local lads, so it made sense to send her off to work, and after helping raise her younger siblings she was certainly qualified.

The Duke was almost never home, always gallivanting around the countryside on his horses, trying to catch a leprechaun, or so they said.

Rumours had it he spent more than he ever earned, and he wanted a never-ending pile of gold.

Moire did her best to stay out of his way, until she couldn’t.

“Ye’ve been summoned.” The housekeeper prodded her in the back. “Ye’re to meet with the Duke.”

Moire dragged her feet as she followed the guards back to the Duke’s rooms.

Out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed rich tapestries, but she was too scared to lift her eyes from the lush carpet her feet sank into.

“Ye’re a pretty little thing.”

Moire blushed, and curtsied. She didn’t know what else to do.

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