Page 102 of Lord of Fortune
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Floating between consciousness and sleep, dreams began to invade her mind. “Maybe I can divorce him.”
Lips pressed against her forehead. “That would be difficult, my love.”
“You still couldn’t marry me,” she murmured. “An earl can’t have a divorced countess.”
“I won’t be an earl.”
She sighed. “You don’t know that.”
“We could leave Britain.” His voice sounded so far away, as if she stood on top of a tower and he was at the base. They were a prince and a princess in a fairy tale.
Only theirs didn’t have a happy ending.
