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Sarah tried to tell herself that she had learned her lesson about reaching beyond her grasp. After all, where had it landed her but in a state of perpetual frustration? Some part of her - that part that hoped for grandeur - was losing much hope that she would ever achieve much of anything except to be a failed mistress and perhaps, if she were lucky, a marchioness at best.
But somehow, that didn’t stop her eyes from wandering, nor from landing on the newly arrived Dauphin of France. Of course ladies all around court had been chattering about him and it was hard not to see why. So perhaps, in a last ditch effort to prove to herself that she was, in fact, desirable, at least to someone, she placed herself into his path. She curtsied, low, in her best imitation of a demure lady of the court, intrigued to see what sort of woman this prince preferred. “My Lord, I am sure that you are very busy, but - I have been searching all evening for someone who might play against me at a game of cards. I should hate to make any assumption - do you play?”
