“I miss my father, too. But I must be brave about it,” she said. “And I think you can be brave. Let’s try together. Before you know it, your papa will return. He’s always done so, isn’t that right?” “Yes,” Nicu hiccupped whilst fisting her sleeves and resting his profile in the crook of her neck. “Then you are lucky,” the princess admitted, her misty expression betraying her.
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