His Mistress Demands My Crown,But I Won't Kneel

I returned to the capital with the Dowager Queen after a pilgrimage to Greystone Abbey.

My carriage was blocked halfway by a delicate-looking woman with a swollen belly.

"I beg the heir's wife to grant me and my child a place to stay. I ask for no title, but the baby in my womb is the heir's own flesh and blood. He cannot be left out in the cold."

The heir to the Gilbert marquisate had been married three years without producing an heir of his own. And now, out of nowhere, someone claimed to be carrying his child.