‘How could you? How could you make me think that – that there could be something between us?’

‘But there is something between us, my little wolf’.

Aureliana giggled. She brushed her hair.

‘You are married! You announced Ambrosius as your husband! And I thought that I meant something to you!’   

‘You do. But you should not be in my private chambers – you and me, alone – again’.

‘Why did you not say anything? About – about being married!’

The Queen of the West Britons came over to Lupus, put her hand up to his face and stroked his cheek.

‘Why should I? What does it matter?’

She put her hand behind his head, ruffled his hair, pulled him towards...

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