Breeding Duty For The Duchess: A Raw Historical Duty Breeding Romance

My bloodline has always demanded this duty, yet I never imagined Keith Townsend's quiet dominance would make me ache for the very act that will secure my legacy. In the archive room the physician's ledger waits for its record of what we must do. Neither of us manages to be businesslike about it.

The council's scrutiny hovers over every claim upon my body, my cousin's schemes threatening to strip the duchy if no heir results. I maintain my regal command, but the crescent mark at my throat seems to pulse under his gaze, betraying the terror I hide that my flaws will be laid bare.

He reaches for me again, and I no longer pretend this is only breeding. His command promises to claim more than duty requires. The council still expects its record.