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Twenty Lily A s night fell, Danzin sat opposite me at the small table in a corner of the Gilbrook Castle garden. A fire blazed merrily in a pit nearby, keeping the worst of the chill away, and candlelight twinkled all around us. Grimelda had really outdone herself with the atmosphere of romance tonight. But I was growing very tired of this ridiculous seven-suitor courtship, and had decided it was time to begin its end. The small flame of a candle flickered between us, and I resisted the temptation to blow it out. I didn’t harbor romantic feelings for either of the two men who’d made my shortlist—there by virtue of being the least bad of the choices. I planned to share one more evening with each of them before I made my decision as to who would be my husband. Regret trickled between th
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