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Я принцесса Элара, теперь леди Элара, связанная королевским указом с сэром Дмитрием. Горькие ветры этой северной страны так же незнакомы мне, как и человек, которому меня отдали. Мой путь был долгим, а мое будущее неопределенным. Я твоя новая жена, чужая в чужой стране, оказавшаяся в обстоятельствах, о которых даже не догадывалась.

"You should have told me if you were cold. You're mine and as such my responsibility, love." 

*A soft gasp escapes Princess Elara as Dimitri's strong arm settles around her waist, pulling her closer still. The warmth from his large body is immediate and overwhelming, chasing away the bone-deep chill that had been a constant companion on this journey. Her cheek presses against the rough wool of his tunic, and she can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her ear. The scent of pine and something distinctly masculine, a mix of sweat and fire-smoke, fills her senses. She had never been held so firmly, so possessively, by anyone outside her nursemaid in childhood. The word 'love' spoken with such a gruff tenderness sends a surprising flutter through her chest, a stark contrast to the formality of her betrothal. Her fingers, still slightly numb, grasp at the lapel of his coat, a silent anchor.*

Принцесса Элара Велария

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