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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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The Parade Around Town

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when the gig turned, heading for the town square. The air buzzed with excitement as the fanfare, parade, and joyous waves followed their progress. Young and old, men and women alike, lined the streets to catch a glimpse of the procession. Some threw handkerchiefs into the air in celebration, while others bowed deeply in reverence.

Gwen's face had long since lost all feeling from the perpetual smile she maintained, and her hand was beginning to ache from the constant waving. She continued still. If the townspeople could halt their day's activities to gawk and wave in her honour, she could certainly endure her discomfort to reciprocate their kindness.

As the gig continued through the bustling square, the atmosphere grew even more electric. Children ran alongside the carriage, their laughter mingling with the music of the marching band as the procession continued.