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| Lara |
The woman who was lying on
her bed was beautiful, with hair a reddish gold and a face as pure white and
soft as ivory silk. Although bestowed with love and cherished by those who knew
her well, she lacked what most would have called "blessed with substantial
wealth." Even so, she imagined she could win the affections of an
honorable prince, perhaps a count, a true royal, one who could sustain her
heart and flourish within her dreams.
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| Elias |
She laughed at her foolishness and stroked the small
painting of her beloved, decorated in twine and rose petals she had weaved throughout
the night. As she placed a finger to his lips, she marveled at the likeness,
wondering if she truly was a gifted artist.
But it was inevitable
she would paint him so. He was etched to her mind. Even with her eyes closed,
she could see every curve of his exquisite face, the deep earthly heaven of his
eyes and sensuous lips. He had betrayed her, yet she still hungered for his
touch, she still longed for the press of his lean physique that made her feel light
and feverish.
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| Will |
Of course, the wench he
craved was rich and that helped her in gaining his attention.
But Elias was hers. Only
hers. Not Penelope Le Roses'.
The young woman sat up
and grimaced, distorting her cumbersome features.
With her mind set, she
knew what to do. She would cast her spell and severe the bond he'd declared for
the imposter once and for all.
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