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... the office to wrap his arms around her before she had a chance to refuse him. As always, the scent of the sea that clung to her body, mixed with sweet, floral perfume to produce a heady scent that belonged only to her, and Owain relished in it just as much as he’d relished in the aroma of of their morning meal.
"You poor thing," Owain added as he looked at the high-necked blue dress she’d worn for their first meal together since he returned from Hurel. "The cold of the dungeons must have ...
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