Prologue
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.
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.
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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