No Mistress of Mine

ing armor, you see. That you’d love me and marry me, and I’d be a great and successful actress, and we’d live happily ever after. But life . . . isn’t like that.”
Denys shut his eyes. A couple of weeks ago, everything about their past had seemed so straightforward. In his version of events, she’d always been the one who’d wronged him. Many times, particularly right after her departure, he’d asked himself why she’d left him for Henry, but never had he