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Quando os soldados do rei invadiram o seu Castelo , Diana escondeu- se num convento com as outras pessoas, um dia antes da invasão ela foi chamada para ajuda na tinha soldados gravemente ferido fazendo- se passar por uma noviça, Diana surpreendeu- se com o rapaz que chamou a sua atenção ele era muito bonito. E ficou cativada pelo atraente Príncipe que matara seu irmão.
Furioso ao descobrir sua enfermeira era filha de um inimigo disfarçada de noviça, o Príncipe a acusou de traição. Mas ao invés de condenar a bela traidora a forca, o rei decretou que o seu filho Stephen se casasse com ela.
Foi passando o tempo e ele foi sentindo um desejo arrebatador pela sua esposa que agora usava seu sobrenome e sua cama.
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