A French foundling and a royal Englishman - could the gulf that separated them be bridged by love? When Am ̌fled the convent and hid herself in the Duke's carriage, she had no idea what awaited her in Paris, a city in the grip of intrigue and revolt. Her pose as his ward could not protect her from her enemies in the French court - nor the realization of her growing love for him. Even the secret of her birth seemed to put another barrier between them. Must she give up everything her heart desired for the safety of the convent, or could the Duke find a way to claim her love - before it was too late?