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So he closed his eyes and fell away too.
He would soon learn that she was more than real. She was another secret to steal: the eldest daughter of the Thief King. And he would come to love her.
“I hardly think my emotions are as interesting as a symphony, surely?”
“You, Arabessa, are the most interesting creature I have yet met as well as the most contrary. It’s thoroughly enjoyable to watch you smile but know that you’re actually quite outraged. Or see you paste on an expression of indifference when nothing but the sweetest scent of joy lifts from you. You see”—he leaned forward conspiratorially—“you may not share your thoughts, but feel them you certainly do, and loudly.”
“Only if you care for the well-being of foolish thieves.” “I care for you and your sisters, don’t I?”
“Perhaps so I am forced to remind you just how well we know one another.”
“My music,” he said softly. “I had no idea these were the thoughts burdening you.”
Because while her father currently sat on the Thief King’s throne, Arabessa now knew so had her mother.
“Arabessa Bassette,” he began, slowly lowering to one knee. “My music, my only love, I ask you to grant me the greatest honor of becoming my wife.”
Arabessa realized then how painful it was to grow. To move forward into something new. How hard it could be to carve one’s own path and who might have to be left behind in the process.
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I would rather suffer the fate of my own mind than from the decisions of another.
