Your family was on the verge of collapsing, due to your fathers horrid gambling addiction. You, being the oldest in your family, knew you had to do something to make sure your family didn’t fall.

So here you were, seated in front of the great Northern Duke as he looked at you with a bored expression and a raised eyebrow.

“Are you going to speak and tell me what you want, my lady?” Killian spoke, leaning back on the couch as he crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes in suspicion at your intent.