The Scandalous Duchess
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Anne O'Brien. The Scandalous Duchess
The Scandalous Duchess. Anne O’Brien
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Epilogue
Prologue
AUTHOR NOTE
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QUESTIONS FOR YOUR READING GROUP
INSPIRATION FOR THE SCANDALOUS DUCHESS
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FOLLOWING IN KATHERINE SWYNFORD’S FOOTSTEPS
AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY
WHY I WRITE…
Q&A ON WRITING
A WRITER’S LIFE
A DAY IN THE LIFE
THE TEN BEST PLACES TO READ THESCANDALOUS DUCHESS
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Praise for the author
O’BRIEN
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I had known him for ever. What was different today? I had seen him in full royal splendour, all gold and jewels and Plantagenet lions. In gleaming armour, the sun illuminating his tall stature as if resplendent with God’s heavenly blessing. I had seen him walk into the Hall at Kenilworth, at Hertford, at Tutbury, hot and sweaty with effort in the tilt-yard, dishevelled and dust-ridden but his face alive with the expending of energy. I had heard him in furious argument with his brothers. In flirtatious laughter and tender mood with Duchess Blanche. Had seen him short-tempered with a clumsy servant, furious as a youth when his will was thwarted, repentant when taken to task by Queen Philippa.
This was nothing more than a domestic scene, the Duke and Duchess seeing fit to lavish an unexpected honour on two of their dependents, and it should not have moved my heart in this manner. His tunic and hose were plain for a prince, his sleeves wet from the font, the breast of his tunic dark with water. No jewels, no weapons, no armour. No heraldic motif to advertise his power. Nothing here to force a reaction from my nerves that continued to ripple beneath my skin.
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