Willow Waist

By day, she was nothing more than a lowly servant. By night, she slipped into his bed, a forbidden substitute for the mistress he was bound to. She craved more than stolen moments in the dark, but he crushed her hopes with a single cold warning: he would never take a concubine. Resigned to her fate, she chose freedom over longing and fled the gilded cage. But on her wedding day, he stormed in on horseback, shattering her escape. Before a thousand witnesses, he seized her hand and pressed it to his heart: "You didn't hear the rest. From the moment you entered my bed, you took root in my soul. T…