‘I have to tell you something,’ she said, almost gently. ‘There is another in my life now. One who is for me what your king is for you. One who comes before my own life, who comes ahead of all else I hold dear. By your own words, you cannot fault me.’ She looked back up at me. I do not know what I looked like, only that she looked aside as if she could not bear it. ‘For the sake of that one, I am going away,’ she told me. ‘To a safer place than this.’ ‘Molly, please, he cannot love you as I do,’ I begged. She did not look at me. ‘Nor can your king love you as I … used to. But. It is not a
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