Kizzy My grandmother was full of secrets. On her deathbed, she confessed that I wasn’t a gypsy. No, I was a highborn lady they kidnapped years ago. Could she have spoken the truth, or were her words utter nonsense?
Duke of Harrisford Gypsies! How dare she set foot upon my land! I threatened to call the constable and have her whipped for trespassing But she had a way of calming me down… The way her hips swayed and she danced for me was spellbinding. Now I can think of nothing else. No one else. My bride-to-be will be here any day to greet me, And all I can do is daydream about the gypsy woman…