““She closed her eyes, since he was behind her and couldn’t see her anyway, and seared this last kindness into her memory, this feeling of warmth and safety. For a moment in time she had been a lady, someone who was wanted . . . by the Margrave of Thornbeck, a man who was easy to talk to, even when she was trying not to talk to him, a man who would risk his life to rescue a woman who had made a fool of him and who was only a servant. He would have married her. She was wanted. But””
