“Can you show me something?” he asked. I racked my brain for some display of magic that would be impressive enough for a king. The window burst open with a gush of air, bringing in the scent of the sea and an array of red and white roses. They circled around us and Cyrus watched with a twinkle in his eyes as I let the petals fall around his room. He laughed. “You know I’m going to have to clean that up.” Shrugging, I said, “Leave them.” I could tell he wasn’t upset at all with the mess I’d made and I hoped that we’d wind up on top of that blanket of roses in front of the fireplace before the
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