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The palace of her heart

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©Sandra Crook

It was when she entered that building when she truly became a queen. That was the day her beloved partner taught her to dance the waltz.

It was at an official ball of the French embassy to which he had been invited as an external collaborator. She felt it was an honour simply to have been asked to escort him.

But he wanted more.

He always did.

And after their majestic-fairytale-ball, he did what every little princess dreams of: he fell onto one knee and presented her with a little black velvet box.

She had officially become his queen.

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12 thoughts on “The palace of her heart

  1. Sweet story of happily ever after … maybe?
    Isadora 😎

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  2. Sweet, he sounds a beau

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  3. What a sweet story!

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  4. Life Lessons of a Dog Lover on said:

    Ohh, I was envisioning all kinds of dark thinks when I read he wanted more. I enjoyed the happy ending.

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  5. Oh sweet! And may they live happily ever after.

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  6. Oh sweet! And may they live happily ever after.

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  7. A nice sweet tale 🙂

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  8. michael1148humphris on said:

    I find myself wondering will they be good for the country?

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  9. A beautiful fairy tale.

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