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  1. Map
  2. Prologue
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She felt her head tilted back up, and the prince kissed her. She felt his hand on her left breast, teasing the nipple between his fingertips, each touch sending a shiver through her body. The warmth beneath her belly was growing so intense that she knew she couldn't stop, could never stop. Didn't want to stop. She felt his left hand now move to her right breast, until the nipple there also turned hard, so sensitive that her breath caught. His right hand travelled down, over her belly, tickling the little dimple there for an instant, before he reached the sheer black undergarment.

He ran his hand down to her thighs, and without meaning to, as their tongues caressed and his touch on her breast gave her feelings she'd never felt before, Ella moved her legs to stand slightly apart.

His fingers ran over her thighs, feeling the smooth texture of her skin, and then even through his kiss, Ella gasped.

The prince ran his fingers over the top of the black material, feeling both over and then underneath, and he pressed in gently. Waves of incredible pleasure flowed through Ella's body.

His other hand left her breast, but the kiss continued. He took hold of each side of the black fabric and pulled it down. Ella broke the kiss and moved away slightly, looking up at the prince and feeling the undergarment fall down her legs, finally kicking it to the side.

He looked down at her, not hiding the intensity of his gaze. A small triangle of hair, sparse and light-coloured, covered the cleft between her legs. Under his gaze Ella felt wicked to be revealing herself, which strangely sent more pleasure running through her. The prince reached down and covered the hair with the palm of his hand, and Ella felt his finger slip inside her.

He resumed their kiss, and she whimpered into his mouth.

Ella made him stop, holding him at arm's length while she removed his clothes. Soon they both stood naked.

Prince Ilathor pulled Ella down, to a place where carpets and cushions lined the floor.

Her legs opened as he found her, and Ella cried out into the night.

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MIRO knew that all people suffered from doubts, but he also knew that not everyone's decisions affected as many people as his. He didn't know if that made his doubts greater, or more important. Were a father's doubts, when worrying about a sick child, wondering whether to sell his tools to pay for a healer, any less important? Miro didn't know.

He knew he was rash, and intemperate, and sometimes too informal both with his men and his superiors. He was often ruled by his heart, a trait he tried to temper with sleepless nights at the simulator and long discussions with Marshal Beorn or High Lord Rorelan. He didn't always know that what he was doing was right, but he believed that doing something was always better than doing nothing.