She’d been to the palace before. The first time, nearly seven years earlier, she’d thought it was a fairy tale sprung into three dimensions. She was older now, though she wasn’t sure about wiser. Cordina was a country. The palace was a building, a beautiful one.
Fairy tales were for the very young, the very naive or the very fortunate.
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Throwing her arms around him, she brought him to her for a kiss, a bargain sealed, a life begun. She laughed and pressed her lips to his throat.
"Fairy tales," she said, half to herself. "I’d stopped believing in them."
"And I.’’ His lips found hers again.
"But no more. Tonight you’ve given me even that”