A VICTIM OF TRAGEDY AND OF WEALTH…SHE HELD NO HOPE, NO JOY TO ANTICIPATE IN LIFE. UNTIL WINTER’S WICKED BREATH BLEW HIM TO HER… An aristocratic birthright and the luxurious comforts of profound wealth did nothing to comfort Fontaine Pratina following the death of her beloved parents. After two years in the guardianship of her mother’s arrogant and selfish sister, Carileena Wetherton, Fontaine’s only moments of joy and peace were found in the company of the loyal servants of Pratina Manor. Only in the kitchens and servant’s quarters of her grand domicile did Fontaine find friendship, laughter and affection.

Always, the life of a wealthy orphan destined to inherit loomed before her…a dark cloud of hopeless, shallow, snobbish people…a life of aristocracy, void of simple joys…and of love. Still, it was her lot…her birthright and she saw no way of escaping it.

One brutal, cold winter’s night a battered stranger appeared at the kitchen servant’s entrance, however, seeking shelter and help. He gave only his first name, Knight…and suddenly, Fontaine found herself experiencing fleeting moments of joy in life. For Knight was handsome, powerful…the very stuff of the legends of days of old. Though a servant’s class was his, he was proud, strong and even his name seemed to portray his persona absolutely. He distracted Fontaine from her dull, hopeless existence.

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