Page 40 of First Scandal
“Henry?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For making me feel life and love.”
His arms tightened around her. “Always mine. And I’m always yours.”
They lay there as the fire burned low and the afternoon light faded to evening.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too.” He tilted her chin up, kissed her softly. “Every moment. Every day. For the rest of our lives.”
Outside, the sun painted the sky in shades of gold and rose.
Inside, Margaret grew into her new role as the Duchess of Dashfield as she lay in her husband’s arms—no longer performing, no longer pretending, no longer trapped by society’s rules.
Just a woman who’d chosen love.
And had been chosen in return.
Chosen. Wanted. Loved. Free.
And it felt like everything.
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