'The Royal Box'
“My Lady, he turned. “Will you see if I’ve left my program?” He recalled placing it on the rail.
She picked it up in her gloved hand, “Here it is, Your Majesty.”
He took her in his arms, “Won’t you call me Peter?” He pressed his lips to hers.
“Peter,” she murmured, closing her eyes.
© Osquer Campbell 2022
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