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Rosamond didn't want to admit it, but her illness had left her so weak she could scarcely walk. Delightful though it was to be carried in Sir Warin's arms, she had no desire to be known as the princess who swooned at the slightest excuse. As she'd slept, she'd mastered her gifts, so that she'd healed Warin's scratches even as he made love to her.
If only he'd taken the time to do it again this morning, once she realised this was no longer a dream. She lived, and she had successfully persuaded him to make her his wife. A wife who intended to take great delight in her marriage bed, for her husband knew how to please her.
Her return home should be proud and triumphant, as befitted a betrothed princess, but between her own frailty and the absence of her horse, she wasn't sure how
