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He grinned incorrigibly. "Conrad could also make a few discreet inquiries. I'm sure there must be some count or dignitary in my acquaintance who is looking for his match."
He'd do that for her?
She'd thought all her tears were spent, but new heat pricked her eyes.
When he leaned in and captured her lips, she raised one hand to clasp his wrist. She met his kiss eagerly.
She was safe here in his arms.
He broke the kiss and brushed her temple with his lips. "I'm getting you all sweaty."
"I don't mind," she replied dreamily.
"Come up and have breakfast with me?"
She agreed and he laced their fingers together as they walked.
She'd first come to the palace to make a match for her prince. She'd just never imagined it would be her.
