England, 1192
…He knew the way that hair smelled, like juniper, and the texture of the heavy strands beneath his sword-calloused fingers. He knew the feel of her skin soft and warm and the little sigh she breathed when he entered her.
Three years couldn’t wipe that from him. Nothing could…
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Darcy Branwyn 
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