Page 3 of Royally Wed
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It was honest and true.
She was lonely. He could feel it. Asher ought to know. He’d been lonely for quite some time.
When he reached the end of the piece, his face was wet with tears.
“Thank you,” thewoman said.
She was walking toward him now, moving through the darkened church with her head bowed.
Asher knew he should look away, but she moved with a grace that held him spellbound. Come morning, he’d probably wonder if he’d dreamt their whole encounter. Maybe he was hallucinating. She seemed too ethereal to be real.
But then she paused in front of him and lifted her face, and Asher knewhe wasn’t dreaming. He knew this woman. Everyone in the world did.
It was her.
The princess bride.
