voice breaking. “If I may, Your Majesty,” Roccurem said as the sky opened and rain pelted us. I turned to him, blinking against the water soaking my face. “I once told you that love has power, and the purest, truest of it can defy great odds. It is something I have witnessed before, and I will witness it again. If it gives power, take it. Harness it. This,” he pointed up, “is your power in the sky, no one else’s. To save her, simply call it home.” “Home?” I had asked as she leaned near the bathroom sink, hope flickering to life in my chest.
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