Rosie Rothley.
'It's not a bad name,' Rosalind thought. The fact that her hair, and even her face, had changed was fortunate. It meant she could start a new life. Duke Lucas Rothley just gave her the one thing that she wanted the most. A new start.
She did not care if he wanted her to call him husband or that she would spend the rest of her life repaying this favor, she could think about all the consequences later. Right now, she chose to bathe at the fact that from now on, she did not need to hide herself or her gift anymore.
"Are you awake?"
Rosalind looked at the door of the carriage that separated her from the Duke. Lucas had told her to sleep inside it instead of the tent as the camp was in the middle of nowhere. t Since she was still recovering, she needed to be where it was safest, and out in the wild where there might be beasts that would attack them, that meant the carriage.
"Yes, please come in," she called out.
