The cold stone of the palace pressed against Catherine’s back as she stole a breath behind the tapestry, heart pounding like a drum in her chest. Laughter echoed down the corridor—Henry’s, deep and thunderous. She clutched the pendant at her neck, the one he’d given her, and wondered if love could ever survive in a place like this. For a moment, she wasn’t queen. Just a girl hiding, hoping no one would find her.
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