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Somewhere in her lineage, she must have had a king for an ancestor. I can deny her nothing.
But my feelings were not simple ones of lust. I lived for her smiles. I ached for her voice. I admired her optimistic spirit and adored her laugh. Perhaps selfishly, I wanted her to tell me I was gorgeous again. Wanted to always feel the way I felt when she praised me. Wanted to see myself the way she saw me.
