The Prisoner Of Silverwood Castle (2016) - Plot & Excerpts
But no, this was the first one, for the one I remembered had only been a dream. I flitted between masked strangers, searching for a particular pair of intense blue eyes, for the torn clothes he wore under his cloak. Though in my heart, I knew there was no point. Kasimir, my strange love affair, had not been real, mere products of my fevered and lonely imagination. Maybe I should just marry like my sisters, I thought, gazing up at the stranger in whose arms I waltzed. He was young; he had kind eyes and a mischievous mouth… I smiled at him a little shyly, and he drew me closer. Over his shoulder, my eye was drawn to a solitary figure by the terrace door, not talking to anyone, not drinking or dancing, just watching. My heart leapt. I knew. “Excuse me,” I gasped to my partner, and tried to slip my way through the throng of dancers. They kept getting in my way, blocking my view of the tall man in the burgundy cloak who waited for me by the terrace door.
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