A Princess in Distress


 A trembling note in Mariska's voice made Lord Arkley clasp her hand. "Forget everything, my dearest, except that I love you!" He kissed her hand and felt a little quiver shoot through her. "B-but I am... m-married, and I vowed I would be Prince Friederich's wife... in sickness and in health. We... must try to forget each other." "Never!" cried Lord Arkady violently. He kissed her hand again and again, his lips lingering on the softness of her skin. "It is wrong to love..."

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