The words of Adeline

The words of Adeline

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Adeline has spent her whole life in a castle with everything that a young girl could dream of having; servants, dresses in every shade imaginable and incredible wealth. She has everything, apart from what she wishes for most; freedom. With her mother controlling each and every aspect of her life, Adeline is relieved to finally be engaged and given the opportunity to leave the castle, even if her husband was selected by her Mother. Perhaps her life is finally beginning, however, she can't seem to forget the boy from the garden. Pursuing the stranger would mean risking everything; her wealth, her good name and perhaps even her life, but the freedom that this boy could offer her is screaming her name, and she can't ignore it. A romance set in the 19th century.
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My hand lifts without permission, hovering just short of the canvas. Not touching-God, even I know better-but close enough that it feels like heat radiates from the paint. "...Antonio?" Diego's voice is wary. I don't answer. I can't. I'm staring at her the way men stare at omens. "Diego," I whisper, "who is she?" Diego steps beside me, eyes widening. He whistles low. "She's... wow. She's-" "I know." "Antonio," he says, putting a hand on my shoulder, "you look deranged." "I feel deranged." He laughs, then cuts himself off when he sees I'm not joking. My pulse is hammering. I don't even know this girl's name, and yet something in me is clawing forward, hungry, fierce, desperate. I don't believe in fate. I don't believe in destiny or signs or prophecies or whatever nonsense my tutors preached when I was a boy. But looking at her- I almost do. "She's the Princess of Prussia," Diego finally says, reading the tiny plaque at the bottom. "Victoria." Victoria. The name hits like a strike to the chest.

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