Witch-born
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"I happen to like green."
"I'm certainly glad to hear that," Elsie's smile softened. "As the future Consort of Delgora, you'll have noticed that our country is full of greenery."
His heart stuttered for a moment, but he managed to regain his composure. "Now wait just one moment, My Lady Delgora. I just got my freedom back, what makes you think I'd want to spend the rest of my life here?"
"Well you certainly don't have to. I did qualify that statement with the word 'future' in it. I cannot in good conscious marry you right now anyway."
Baffled and a little alarmed, Dorian blinked down at her, "And why not?"
The smile she gave him was nothing short of impish. Smoothly, with only the lightest ruffle of her skirts, Elsie lifted herself to her tiptoes and brought her mouth close to his. Dorian caught his breath in his chest and waited, poised and ready for a kiss that was late in coming.
"Because you would have to cut your hair first."
The End.
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINTEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR