Monogamy. Faithfulness. True love. She did not think she had ever witnessed it, not beside the fairy tales she'd been told as a child and the fanciful dramas sometimes acted out for the court's entertainment. But to be so cherished—what a dream that must be. To have a man look upon you with such adoration. To feel the press of fingers on your back, a silent message to all who saw that you are his and he—he must be yours . . .
When a woman with gray antlers on her head saw the tears beginning to glisten in Levana's eyes, she nodded understandingly and handed her a crisp gray handkerchief.
Of course she hadn't understood, but someone did. Unseen in plain sight, watching without eyes, she studied the princess, hearing her thoughts and tasting her essence. Yes, this one needs...
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