By My Choice...: A Valentine's Day Story (Valentine's Day Stories) - Plot & Excerpts
Taken The room she entered surprised her, whereas the man behind the desk did not. Jen expected to meet the Lord of Paris, and her liege for the next three months, in his public study - or possibly another of the official court rooms used for public functions in the normal course of days. This chamber was something more intimate, more relaxed and visibly more lived in. It was a place to work unobserved and undisturbed, a place to relax and, if not outright remove himself, distance himself from the official side of court life. The room also held the clear stamp of the man before her in every piece of furniture, every clean shape, every bold fabric. He was not a stranger to her, even if she would not have called him a friend either. Though, entering, it was not the man who drew her attention, or at least not the reality of him. It was the painting. Larger than life it hung over the desk, the first impression any visitor would receive upon entering the room and the only part the occupant, seated behind the desk, rarely ever saw from his official position.
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