A Most Convenient Death

Summary

During my half-sister’s birthday celebrations at Royal Ascot, I was discovered in a compromising position with the lowest of the Duke’s stable hands. Yet instead of panic, I demanded my sister—the Duchess of Westminster—sanction our union.

In my first life, I had drunk drugged champagne at this very event, awakening in the arms of my brother-in-law, Sir Richard Astor. My sister Beatrice collapsed in hysterics, "dying" only after summoning me to her bedside to beg me to marry Richard and raise her children.