A Gypsy's Secret

Kizzy
My grandmother was full of secrets.
On her deathbed, she confessed that I wasn’t a gypsy.
No, I was a highborn lady they kidnapped years ago.
Could she have spoken the truth, or were her words utter nonsense?

Duke of Harrisford
Gypsies!
How dare she set foot upon my land!
I threatened to call the constable and have her whipped for trespassing
But she had a way of calming me down…
The way her hips swayed and she danced for me was spellbinding.
Now I can think of nothing else.
No one else.
My bride-to-be will be here any day to greet me,
And all I can do is daydream about the gypsy woman…