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HATING HER KING

'Gwen pushed him back, trying to create enough space between them. "I do not love you." Alexander smirked. "You do. You just don't know that you do." Gwen moved back. "Do you know the ways of my heart." "Yes, I do. And it tells the truth. You are only too stubborn to acknowledge it." He moved closer, pressing her against the wall. "When you decide to tell yourself the truth, I will be waiting." He kissed her forehead. "But don't make me wait long. I am not as patient as people think." This time he kissed her lips and staked off, leaving Gwen in a complete daze.' Marriage and a family is all life is to Gwen and she would see to it that she is not humiliated before then. A wife, and not a mistress is what she plans to be, but what can be done when the king of her country makes a proposal to put her by his side? Alexander is used to getting what he wants and getting his way, after all, he is King. But when he sets his eyes on the young and beautiful Guinevere who is just as stubborn as he is, will making her stay at the castle earn him her love, or will it be the beginning of his undoing? (Hating Her King is the sequel to Loving Her Duke and is also the second book of the British Blood Trilogy.)

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Carlisle's Words Were Indeed True

The doors of the throne room were pushed open. 

Edmund entered and bowed before Alexander, then announced. "Your Majesty, Mr. Harry Goldwing from the nation's archives is here."

"Send him in." Alexander commanded, his focus remaining steadfast on the parchments laid out on his laps, the weight of his duties evident in his demeanour. There was no hurry to finish them in a day but he wanted to. One less job for the morrow was not evil.

"Yes, Sire." The manservant departed and swiftly returned, ushering in a fairly tall man who had too much jewellery on and not enough hair to cover the scalp of his head. He stopped halfway, bowing, before continuing on to meet Alexander.

"I received your note, Your Majesty, and devoted the better part of the night scouring through the archives for the names you wanted." The man began, his voice carrying an air of diligence and urgency. "I was determined not to delay your reason for the search."