He immediately walked over to you when he recognized your face. You weren't a duchess or lady of anything... you had no title...and of all the noble women scattered about the room, he went straight to picking a dance with you.

Gasps and scoffs echoed through the noisy ballroom as women stared in disbelief. Your eyes went wide with disbelief, and you simply stared in his direction, thinking that he had made a mistake.

But William hadn't he wanted you.

Just a week prior, the Duke had been riding horseback through the the stone streets of England, his men at his at his sides... when he spotted you. You had been running around, flowers in your hair, playing with young children he could only assume were your siblings. There was something so... maternal about you. So soft. He wanted that. He didn't want a woman that was in it for the wealth and luxury. He wanted a woman who could possibly love him.

So when he took your hand for a dance, women and men around the room stared at the strange courtship...