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81 " He caressed her shoulder and her back and kissed her hair. His heart pounded in his chest at hearing her say she wanted him to marry her. “If we get out of here, we will marry. "
― Melanie Dickerson , The Beautiful Pretender (A Medieval Fairy Tale, #2)
82 " All he could think about was that kiss they had shared a few minutes before. And how much he wanted to kiss her again. "
83 " Avelina’s insides melted at the memory of their kiss. Her lips still tingled. She "
84 " Avelina of Plimmwald, will you marry me?” She gasped. As a knight before his liege lord, he knelt before her, still holding her hands. “As I have chosen you, will you now choose me? And will you forgive me for ever doubting that we should marry, for treating you unkindly when I learned of your deception?” She was smiling. “Yes.” He "
85 " You know I love you. But do you love me?” Again, her gaze focused on his lips. “Yes. And kissing you.” He pressed his lips against hers and kissed her long and thoroughly, not holding anything back. Her hands’ grip went weak on his shoulders. He "
86 " Avelina was dizzy by the time he ended the kiss. The intense smolder in his dark-brown eyes made her breath hitch in her throat. His "
87 " She had just married the man she had previously not even dared hope to marry. How had this come about? It was a miracle. Odette "
88 " His eyes softened and he caressed her cheek with his thumb. He leaned down and kissed her lips. “Clever, courageous Avelina.” She "
89 " King Karl sent his own musicians and minstrels to entertain at the wedding feast. The first night they sang the song they had written about the epic love between the Margrave of Thornbeck and his clever and courageous wife, Avelina. "
90 " He was just what she wanted all those nights she dreamed of romantic love, of her own true love asking her to marry him. Her heart swelled with tender emotion every time she looked at him. "
91 " As it turned out, the reality of her love story with Lord Thornbeck was much more satisfying than any of her romantic stories and imaginings. She no longer had to dream about love. God had given her a love all her own, one that the troubadours would sing about for years to come. "
92 " Reinhart frowned at him. “I am surprised you are so quick to allude to your new wife’s lawbreaking activities.” “She would not be breaking any laws by accompanying you on your wolf hunts, my lord.” Reinhart "
93 " A suggestion from most people is a suggestion, but a suggestion from the king is a command. No, my lord, I believe you must choose a wife, and you must choose one from among the noble ladies in his letter. "
94 " Besides, if she was able to get away, Dorothea would obtain the one thing that Avelina had dreamed of, written stories about, and imagined in many a long hour—true romantic love—about which the troubadours sang, the subject of epic poems and tales. No, "
95 " She’d been dreaming about being trapped in a gloomy, dark, half-ruined castle where there lived a beastly lord so hideous and animal-like that no one would go near him. "
96 " Avelina finally decided to work on a story she had been writing to amuse Dorothea. It was about the daughter of an earl who fell in love with a knight. Dorothea chose the premise of the story, but Avelina enjoyed making up all the details, of how the two fell in love against their parents’ wishes and were cast out of the kingdom, forced to run for their lives from various dangers and disasters. But always they were saved by the sacrifices they made for each other. It "
97 " How would Avelina, the daughter of a crippled former stable master and a lady’s maidservant, ever fool the Margrave of Thornbeck and all his guests into believing she was an earl’s daughter? "
98 " How could he look severe and frightening and yet overwhelmingly handsome at the same time? "
99 " Her feelings about marriage were . . . fanciful and unrealistic. "
100 " Lady Dorothea’s opinionated answers had been exactly what he did not like, and yet . . . he had felt his usual rationality slipping from his grasp. He had felt drawn to her in a most irrational way. Odette "