“I’m not one of the other women you’ve had. I’m not like them,” she said. “The other women?” He didn’t like those words. Not at all. She stared down at their hands, fingers entwined. “You needn’t lie to me.” Except it hadn’t been a lie. He didn’t want to lie to her. He wanted her to hear the truth. “It’s not—” She sighed. “Stop. King. You think I do not hear the things they say about me? That the beauty ran out by the time I was born? That my sisters are the pretty ones? The pleasant ones? The talented ones?” She looked to him. “I’m not beautiful. You know it. You’ve said it before.” What an
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