“There is a way that we might be sure of the progeny,” the Duke said, slowly and carefully. “But it would require a sacrifice on your part.”
“Of course,” Ambrosia said, giving his hand and encouraging squeeze. She owed him her loyalty now, if only to make up for the times that she had wavered.
“I must have a son. A legitimate heir. And that might be quite beyond me.” He was staring at her as though she would be the key to this puzzle that they both had been presented with. but there was nothing she could do to alter the course of his illness. He must mean something quite different.
“Are you suggesting we perpetrate a ruse of some kind?”
“In a way,” he said cautiously. “I did not sleep last night, trying to find another way. But I could think none of this, you must appear to be preg
