Chera Zade

Marian took a look at her slim figure in the mirror and sighed. Being married hadn’t been what she had expected at all. When her father had told her the Count of Rutland had asked for her hand, she had been thrilled. A notorious rake, known in the entire court as one of the best lovers in the country, even if a bit dangerous, according to the court gossipers, Marian had hoped for a marvelous life

“Yes sir.” Patience spent the remainder of the evening packing up their sparse possessions. She was ashamed to realize that her papa had sold off most everything they owned a piece at a time, to keep her going over the last year. She wanted to scream at the wide world that she didn’t want to be a saloon girl. Couldn’t stand the idea of so many dirty hands pawing at her tender skin.