For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Renewed Dominion No; Susan was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the cries of the frolicking children nor the secret alcove they had both come to know so well impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that the Chiefs handsome son, the forbidden sensitive genius who had known her in ways even she did not suspect, had a full life in which he was prospecting for silver in the Andes, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one subterranean, tender girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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