They called it ‘choice’, but in truth she had none. She could refuse to marry a wealthy parvenu and see her family face ruin. Or she could do her duty.
Her father knew her well and expressed neither surprise nor gratitude when she assented to the marriage.
What nobody expected was how fiercely loyal she was to her merchant-born husband.
It was many months before he asked her why. She pressed his hand.
“At first, loyalty was the only coin with which I could repay your kindness.”
She blushed like a rose and he kissed her strongly….