There are certain smells, certain tinges to the air. That is not reasonable. The crown has passed from the brow of one monarch to that of another. " "I've been wondering, too. Her eyes were lit with smouldering passion. Something insisted that those two were mysteriously linked—that the woman knew the man was there. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. When she looked into their eyes, her despair put her beyond tears.
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