Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 1

“Larissa Judson, we’re through. It turns out I’m a young master of the prestigious Dillon family in Regal City. A village girl who sells remedies is no longer in my league.”

Larissa had just received the call from her boyfriend, Torrin Turner—no, Torrin Dillon, she corrected herself. She had been about to tell him her own news, that she was the long-lost daughter of a powerful family, when he dropped that bomb on her.

What did he mean, a village girl who sells remedies? Not in his league?

Please. Her remedies were worth a fortune, sought after by countless wealthy families. They’d been featured at Regal City’s biggest auction houses more times than she could count.

And he had the audacity to say she wasn’t good enough for him?

“Given my new status, I’ll be expected to marry an heiress from a family of similar standing. But since we were together for two months, I’m willing to be generous. You can stay with me until I’m officially engaged. Even after the wedding, I can keep you on the side…”

Larissa’s temper flared. “You idiot! Fine, we’re done. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!”

She hung up.

Across from her, the handsome man who had been waiting for her answer raised an eyebrow. “What’s this? The long-lost heiress of Regal City’s Judson family, and you’ve just been dumped?”

Larissa looked up and gave him a brilliant smile. “What a coincidence. He said he’s the young master of some prominent family in Regal City, too. Said I was beneath him.” She paused, a skeptical look on her face. “Are you sure this whole ‘long-lost heir’ thing isn’t some new, elaborate scam?”

The man was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled. “Of course not. You truly are the real heiress of the Judson family.”

“Oh,” Larissa said, lowering the woven basket from her back. She sat down on a stool and began sorting the herbs she’d just gathered. “So who are you? And why are you here instead of my birth parents?”

The man glanced around the bare-walled, humble cottage before his eyes settled on the casually seated woman. “Barring any unforeseen circumstances, I will soon be your fiancé. My name is Haskell Palmer, the eldest son of the Palmer family.”

Larissa nearly fell off her stool. She stared at him in disbelief. “What? Fiancé?”

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