Aless tried to slow her racing heartbeat to no avail as they entered the great hall, each step echoing in the vastness. It was as though she could feel every hair on her head, and every swish of fabric against her skin, every individual thread. Where Veron’s hand held hers, the barest touch, the merest stroke of his skin against hers tingled, warmed. Holy Mother’s mercy, she wanted to marry him. She wanted to marry him, and she was about to meet with Paladin Grand Cordon Nunzio. She wanted to hide, go back to that moment outside and tuck her face against Veron’s chest, shut out the world, shut
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