Trouble Under The Stormclouds
Waiting alone in the Red Chamber, remembering its bloody history, with the rhythmic strumming of Pedro’s guitar wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of Reginald Fortescue, the man who had taught her how to feel. He was now, according to Brother Boris, away again on safari.
Then came a sudden commotion, heavy footsteps in the hall, and she shut her eyes tight for one moment of silent prayer. He was here! “I couldn’t stay away, my darling!” he murmured in that unforgettable hypnotic drawl, pressing his lips to hers, and as he slid the little ring onto her finger, she realized thankfully that, in the end, things always work out really, really well.
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