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1 " He had danced with fair maidens before, but Odette was different. She was graceful and beautiful, but there was something in her eyes and in the things she said, an intelligence and a boldness that belied her quiet demeanor. "
― Melanie Dickerson , The Huntress of Thornbeck Forest (A Medieval Fairy Tale, #1)
2 " The world needs more people like you, Odette." She smiled to lighten the mood."And you, Jorgen Hortman. "
3 " She was so beautiful when she smiled, but now was not the time to tell her so. "
4 " She couldn’t seem to stop staring at Jorgen and his blue-green eyes. He made her feel so safe and protected. She couldn’t ever remember feeling that way with anyone else. "
5 " He wanted to ask her what she was thinking, but he decided to just enjoy the soft, sweet look on her face. She probably wouldn’t tell him anyway—or "
6 " I suggest you marry Jorgen Hartman. In fact, I strongly suggest it.” Odette looked at Jorgen. He looked back at her. By his wide eyes and open mouth, he had not expected the margrave to say that any more than she had. She "
7 " My lord,” she said quickly, “I must first ask a question. Why would you have your forester marry me? Should you not allow him to choose?” “He has already chosen.” The margrave’s voice was cool and expressionless. “He wishes to marry you. And I wish to grant him his desire—if you are as worthy as he thinks you are.” Jorgen was still red faced, but he was staring at her with that vulnerable look she could never resist, the look that was melting her heart. “Marry me, Odette.” Her "
8 " Her heart stuttered. She swallowed and pushed back the longing to throw her arms around him. “I do want to marry Jorgen Hartman”—she wrenched her gaze from Jorgen and turned to the margrave—“with all my heart, but I do not accept him to escape punishment or to escape marrying someone I do not love. I accept him because he is the best man I have ever known. He is good and kind and honest. He is exactly the kind of man I would wish to marry. I may not be worthy of him, but I love him.” She "
9 " He could not know how frightened Odette was of the man she had felt such an attraction to only minutes before, frightened of what he could and would do to her if he discovered she was poaching the margrave’s deer. "
10 " Jorgen kept hold of her hand a bit longer than was necessary. His touch made her heart flutter. She caught her breath. How could she be foolish about this man she had just met? Had she forgotten what he could do to her? She must be a lack wit. Uncle "
11 " he remembered one particular moment when Odette had met his eye with such a sweet smile it had made his heart trip over itself. The memory of that smile warmed him so much, he halted. He had forgotten why he was there. Oh yes. The fawns. As "
12 " But there’s something about him . . . He seemed gracious and humble, but humble in a . . . powerful way. That sounds foolish, doesn’t it?” “No, you describe him very well.” Odette remembered how he had put his arm around her and guided her through the crowd of revelers, how he had made her feel so safe. She sighed. "
13 " Do not worry. You are perfectly safe. You can enjoy his company for one more night and then you will probably never encounter him again.” She supposed that was true. “I must try not to be nervous around him.” And try not to notice how beautiful his eyes were. Or how deep his voice was. Or how much she liked talking to him. "
14 " He had avoided thoughts of marriage as long as he was still a gamekeeper, but seeing that couple, he felt a slight ache in his chest. When he married, would he and his wife be in love like those two? Now "
15 " Perhaps if he did not allow himself to look into her blue eyes, his head would not be overpowered by his heart. It was worth a try, unless he wanted to be nursing his bruised pride—and a broken heart. "
16 " The tilt of his head as he bent to hear what she was saying made her heart alternately skip a beat and thump against her chest. "
17 " She liked the sound of his name coming from her lips. It sounded friendly and familiar, as if they were old friends. He "
18 " Does anyone ever say no to you?” “Not often. "
19 " Something about the way his dark-blond hair curled around his ears made her want to touch it. Foolish thought. "
20 " Yes, and he hated to think what would happen if he ever asked to marry Odette. He was growing fonder of her by the day. "