Meredith said. Today’s dancing session, she knew, was going no better than yesterday’s. The movie had changed nothing. No, that was not true. It had changed everything. It had changed her. Maybe not the movie, exactly, but what had happened after. When Kiernan had held her in her arms, it had felt as if everything she had been fighting for since the death of her mother and baby—independence, strength, self-reliance—it had felt as if those things were melting. As if some terrible truth had unfolded. All those qualities that she had striven toward were just distractions from the real truth. And the truth was she was so terribly alone in this world. And for a moment, for an exquisite, tender moment in the arms of her country’s most powerful man, she had not felt that. Sitting beside him on the balcony of his exquisite apartment, surveying all his kingdom, pouring out her heart, telling her secrets, she had not felt that. For the first time in forever, Meredith had not felt alone.
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